Writing is tough for me, and I had -- last time I wrote -- resolved myself to writing what I thought rather than be a host of data and facts and links to other data and facts links. What might be called in a cliché of the lowest hanging fruit, information you are allowed to view. Alan Macleod's Fine article, on Unz Review informs me of the wreckage... The CIA Built Hundreds of Covert Websites. Here’s What They Were Hiding ...and that informs me of what an astute mind already knows or had suspected long ago. We keep forgetting this all started at DARPA...
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Poem: WHITE DOG
The white dog stops... we breathe in for a minute and take in the universal breath. It is dark out here... it's black and darkly cold, out here. The wind cuts the image from my eyes, and I watch it fall frozen and split like glass into the snow. This deep and unwritten thing -- waiting on edge, for a free life to write it, too large to see it all deep back in there beyond my visions reach. The starry dingle...I begin, and now I see it, I raise my head to take in all this...
don't worry you can change this later 
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