I was thumbing through my copy

Of Conscious Capitalism the other day (Chapter One: Capitalism: Magnificent, Misunderstood, Maligned) when, ...

No, I am just kidding.  I have not tried to Liberate My Heroic Nature quite yet.  I will get around to that after I have seen every single Godard film and have written a very lengthy essay on his films and the impact of language, the quick-cut, and silly dancing on a God Is Dead Western World.

In the meantime, if Conscious Capitalism could please stop doing this and just let us do our thing, that would be great.  'Kay? 'Kay!