tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6929537540404873123.post8826984680712238510..comments2023-10-04T06:59:20.803-06:00Comments on The Enlightened Savage: A Question of PrioritiesEnlightened Savagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17872131888278838737noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6929537540404873123.post-59439060162974237712007-05-02T10:37:00.000-06:002007-05-02T10:37:00.000-06:00It is one of those times where you read something ...It is one of those times where you read something so silly, you wonder if you are still sleeping, and only dreamed you woke up and went to work today.<BR/><BR/>Sigh - at least it reduced the amount of print going on about the impending climate change cataclysm. [But not by much.]<BR/><BR/>Honestly, some of these guys break sticks on each others' heads, practice serial monogamy at a level that would make Magic Johnson proud, and beat their wives. I'm sure some of them even fart in public and don't fess up. They are professional athletes. Until we get them all microphoned up for TV, only those of us who read lips know the degree of colourful language used. Not to excuse it entirely, but the F-word is almost a greeting. Just because the word following it was "frenchman" (which is apparently in dispute) means we need to get stirred up?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com