On Friday, February 3, 2017 at 11:10:22 AM UTC-8, radioacti...@gmail.com wrote:
> I'm delighted to report that, at least as of last year, the Harold Stassen of fringe politics, Lyndon LaRouche, Jr., of late seems hale and fully in command of his faculties, which is impressive for anyone in their mid-90s, of course. A few weeks ago I saw him on video--recorded as recently maybe as early last year but certainly in the last couple or so--phoning in a presser to a couple dozen acolytes, and it was fascinating to watch, as LaRouche was absolutely lucid, genial and occasionally even witty.
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> Having not heard any updates for many years about this controversial and oft-lampooned perennial presidential candidate, I (apparently erroneously) assumed he was in quiet post-prison* retirement, and perhaps suffering from the sorts of ailments which await pretty much all of us in that advanced decade (and which for me hits in 2044, alas). Indeed, I figured the only reason he wasn't taking on Trump in 2016 with yet another token campaign--and yeah, I realize he was always (supposedly) going for the Democrat nod, but hey, this is the Era of Kaitlyn Jenner, so a political-gender switch to the GOP would have been easy--was that he was infirm.
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> After decades of reading about him--and a couple years of engaging his often surprisingly interesting and informed troops manning** the LaRouche tables along University Way***, the closest Seattle offers to Berkeley--I STILL can't really cite his ideology, although it does seem rather economically conspiratorial, if not readily coherent.
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> Now speaking of Berkeley, newshound that I so quirkily am, I'd be piloting the Styblemobile west this week to insinuate myself in the excitement out there just as I managed to do up north**** before limping back to The Sunshine State....but hey, after 3760 miles over a fortnight, my right foot has just enough flex remaining to muster a single tune behind the drum kit--I think I'll go with "I Got Spurs (That Jingle Jangle Jingle)". Of course, I could just FLY out to Frisco, but I forever quit doing THAT sort of scary thing upon touchdown in Motown back on Saturday, October 12, 1996.
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> Oh, and speaking of touchdowns, I anticipate my fifty-first consecutive Super Bowl viewing***** shall witness a return to what was the rule-not-the-exception in the early Roman Numeraled years, i.e., a so-called blow-out. For New England, this time by at least 35 or even 45 points, and a near or total shutout in the first half. (I might for esthetic reasons be rooting for Atlanta, but they ruined the NFL's finest-ever helmet when they went all-black and over-stylized the falcon.) Of course I may as wildly wrong as I was about Super Bowl III and the 2016 presidential election. To state the obvious. (And which is why I've always eschewed sports and political prognostication******.) Just as I naturally figured that, whatever else happened in XLVIII, it would not commence from first scrimmage with a safety.
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> BRYAN STYBLE/Florida
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> * Mail fraud, 1989-1994.
> ** Actually, womaning, in every instance I'm recalling just now.
> *** And which I was enthralled to live overlooking 2005-2009.
> **** At both the Deploraball and the Comet Ping-Pong and Pizza demonstration in the District of Columbia during Inauguration week, and somehow surviving physically if not psychologically unscathed, unteargassed even!
> ***** And even once in person, having slipped in unticketed at the Rose Bowl on January 25, 1987, though with no favored team that year.
> ****** But hopefully never neglecting courtesy all along the way, which is why I thank everyone herein for reading my recent dispatches from the road.

he hanged on another 2 years