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Matrimonially experienced man, leading edge baby boomer, seeking long term relationship with warm sunshine, seawater, soft breezes, coral reefs, palm trees, and the meaning of life, the universe, and everything. http://www.tahitinut.com/

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The MittWit is an extraordinary acrobat, able to put his foot in his mouth ...

... while his head is up his ass. It must be all that Olympics "experience."

If ...

"[font size=3]If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!

-- Rudyard Kipling

Most of us older DUers were required to learn this in grade school. I get the impression that it's no longer a part of the standard curriculum.

Given President Obama's mature demeanor and grace under pressure, it seemed to me to be an appropriate time to post this... if only as a reminder.

I like to think perhaps a young Barack Obama heard this poem from his grandfather, given that his father was absent. As someone old enough to be Obama's father, all I can say is

Obama ... is a man.

Myth alert: The MittWit is NOT a "businessman."

The MittWit is a predatory capitalist whose 'business' was sucking the cash out of the pension funds and other assets of "under-performing" REAL businesses (i.e. employers offering real services or tangible products), saddling them with back-breaking debt, and leaving them to die.

A "businessman" is more than some indolent shit with a wallet full of cash. A real "businessman" has some comprehension of operations in offering a service or creating a product. A real "businessman" should possess some skills in a craft or profession ... other than Casino Capitalism.

The MittWit is NONE of that.
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