there once was a man called John, a philosophy buff, fan of Ms Rand and a con. who fooled himself into thinking, "the stock price isn't stinking" so he sold off his shares and smiled all the way to the bank.
his friend an old codger named stil, who never quite gets his fill. of being an ass, and mowing the grass, for the neighborhood ladies who say "hi bring me flowers" when you can.
And you Stil know it, and it Stil irritates the hell outa you, and Stil will Stil post till you drop, and BBandT is Stil not sold or MOE, as you predicted so many times, smell any Canadians, hear any Stagecoaches, led by the great moral conservative JA, who Stil hasn't had the multibillion writeoffs you so love in the biggies, and whose shareprice you so often cite as what counts is reaaaaaaaaal close to those biggies, or ahead of them. Your rock is ready