I like to think language, rather than our opposable thumbs or big brains (and in my case, exceptionally shiny, white teeth) is what has made us this planet's self-anointed Crown of Creation.
I'm not always happy with how we use words to obfuscate and castigate instead of to illuminate and celebrate especially at perilous moments in our democracy such as now.
Silence is NOT always golden and can sometimes be fatal.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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