I have been waiting quite sometime for HIS return...he said he would only be a moment.
Well....as I am here now, one must make the most of things! As a good friend once told me, “I won't tell you that the world matters nothing, or the world's voice, or the voice of society. They matter a good deal. They matter far too much. But there are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely—or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands. You have that moment now. Choose!”
"It's too bad we don't have "Like Buttons" in the Empire....things are bit of a mess in Muddy York right now due to our Mayor...so stories like these certainly do help many cheer up. I work with youth and had no idea how…"
"Forgive me, I am a fool for not recognizing the humorous reference.... and now I understand why my Scotch is not in fact tasting like Scotch... James had his eyes closed - a mystery drink if ever there was one. "
"Good evening all.
Ahh! A pirate themed children's camp!...well if that isn't the Libertarian's getting Montessori's ideas in their heads for you I do not know what is! I do hope James haven't received any mortal…"
I invite you to join us in The Accepted Cog saloon for drinks and tales of adventure. Anything you desire can be procured by somewhat convoluted means of a space time breach called B-space, which is just through the little door out the back. And don't worry, the entire saloon is encased in a temporal bubble, meaning it is always 5 of the clock on a Friday, which of course is a purely acceptable drinking hour.