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Opening Stuff:
 
 
I’ve traveled this world and US of A, and have never had better French fries than those from restaurants across Maine. And that includes France. Maybe it has something to do with the best potatoes coming from Maine.
 
A good English degree from a major college may just be the Ticket to becoming an Industry Baron/Baroness. The Social Services Industry, that is. This is even more true this morning as the big Military bucks seem on their way to being transferred to the Obama Social and Climate networks. Many Ivy League College English majors when asked what they expect to be able to do with their degree, reply "Write Grants". Writing grants is the key to success in the original transfer wealth scheme, moving industrial income through taxes to the biggest government underwritten industries. And, no, I’m not talking defense.
 
There’s no truth to the rumor that the biggest seller for Colorado Girl Scouts is the pot laced ginger snap.
 
The Question:
Name your favorite classical music pieces with the best most rousing endings.
 
The Headlines:
--Consumer Confidence Index Lower; US Home Prices Dip For Second Consecutive Month; Markets Down But Directionless.
--JP Morgan Ups Job Slashing.
--Holder Says AG’s Don’t Have To Defend Laws They Consider Discriminatory.
--Mores Arrests Expected For Massive 911 Social Security Disability Fraud.
-- Golden Gate Brsge Jumpers Set Record In 2013; 46 Leapt To Suicide Deaths.
--Uganda Votes To Ban Homosexuality;  Newspaper Outs Known Gays In Country.
--Joe Biden Impetuous To Ukraine’s Yanukovych Fleeing; Joe Biden?
--Major Bitcoin Exchange Said To be Insolvent
 
The difference today versus early America, is that then leaders with differing opinions adhered to the same basic belief systems. Now we are growing an America that starting to look like Sunni-Shiite.
 
For all of you WWII Buffs, the Naval War College (130 years old this year) here in Newport has posted on-line the WWII operational diary -- in searchable format -- of Admiral Nimitz, the Pacific Commander. It begins with notations in his Pearl Harbor Office on the Infamous day…and goes through the last day in 1945. www.usnwc.edu/graybook
 
The Voice is Back, Department:
My mind is becoming muddled with all of these singer shows. I’ve barely started understanding who’s who on American Idol when they explode on the scene with The Voice last night. The Voice proved last night why it is surpassing AI in ratings, with the opene, their four talented judges/coaches – Adam Levine, Usher, Blake Shelton and Shakira – singing like crazy covers of each other’s hits for five minutes. If you weren’t into it, if you didn’t feel good about life after that, you’re dead. They immediately went to the first contestant with minimum of inane chit-chat where Christini Grimmie rocked the house with Wrecking Ball. It ended with a great performance of James Taylor’s Steamroller Blues ( I can’t ever imagine Taylor waking up long enough to get that excited) by a girl named Bria Kelley…who must be considered the early favorite. I liked Country boy Jake Worthington, and Dawn and Hawkins. The rest, who were all enjoyable, were Jeremy Briggs, TJ Wilkins, Kristen Merlin and Biff Gore. There was one guy who didn’t make it, mainly because he did too much eye-poppin’ dancing while he sang which, they said, interrupted his breathing for singing. Personally, I thought he was great, as a singer too.
 
I will still never understand why atheists can’t see that the Ten Commandments are common to all who would have a civilized society; well, at least the last 7.
 
The problem I have with these blanket anti-discrimination laws is that you have the same pains-in-the-ass people whether they are gay, black, Indian, Asian or white. In other words, it is easy not to like somebody for a host of reasons that have nothing to do with their race ethnicity or sexuality. But try to exclude anybody because of it and you are dead or worse.
 
The police are combing the area for thieves who hijacked a truck load of wigs.
 
Congrats to the U Rhode Island women’s Hockey team who just won their league championship, wth a team packed with former local High School stars.
 
The Conscience: Chapter 39.
      Sanna looked into the lusting side of my heart as Angelica and I walked into her amazingly ornate offices which looked like the lobby of the Strongolia in Calabria. She leaned forward revealing the tops of her breasts, which she had always concealed in the past under Carmelite-like clothing, before she rose to shake hands. She never looked at her daughter. I turned to look at the expression of Angelica, and the quick journey into lustville clicked off. I shook hands professionally, although I felt her thumb messaging the top of my hand, and managed to keep my eyes focused on hers as opposed to the scene she was trying to present. Actually, I was torn on whether it was best for our strategy for me to continue as the alcoholic bumbler or arise to that of a cool, focused lawyer. I thought I’d mix it up.
     Well,” I spoke as she turned hopefully wondering how her charms may have disappointed her, “It’s that time Sanna.” Angelica and I had both taken seats as the Mother turned back, now deciphering exactly what she was seeing.
  “Yes, Mother, I think that Mr. Morgan has put together a very fair proposal. He has even factored in some of the damage from that unfortunate explosion at Bernard.” She Paused a second or two. “Have you or dad heard through the industry any,” she turned towards me, “What is it Mr. Morgan, Scuttlebutt?, about the explosion. Scuttlebutt, Mother, is one of those silly American expressions.”
      Sanna smiled at her daughter, probably seeing all of the humor, but hopefully ot our knowledge of her American heritage, and intended commentary, “We are still as distraught as Mr. Montgomery must be.” She quickly busied herself with papers. “Tell me about the proposal, Jeffery.”
      I thought I heard Angelica’s silent laugh at that.
 
The Answer:
      I think most people would pick The 1812 Overture, which is now it played endlessly here in America. One of the best is Benjamin Britton’s Young People’s Guide to the Orchestra. A couple of my first favorite rousers were Brahms Academic Festival Overture and Liszt Les Peludes. The first movement of Beethoven’s 7th Symphony, and the finale of his Fantasy for piano and chorus never leave me hungry. I really like Berlios’ Romeo et Juliet Overture and the ending of Grieg’s piano concerto in A. Respighi’s Fountains of Rome is good, and there are few better than Sebelius Finlandia. Get your blood flowing. Here’s one:
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m7Y1K0RzDRM