When the Computer Breaks

by illimitableoceanofinexplicability

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MEAN OLD COMPUTER TAUGHT ME TO WEEP AND MOAN

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HEAR YE, HEAR YE

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Most of you, or, at least some of the chosen few who, while browsing all that the internet has to offer, may take a moment for the purpose of more closely examining this very site hoping, as we all do when coming upon some uncharted corner within the vastness of cyberspace, to gain a higher understanding of ourselves and the others all around us living on this mad and magical planet called Earth. Knowing this about myself, and you (I assume) as well is why I initially hesitated to make my suspicions public out of fear that I may, for possibly the last time, be chasing off those few rugged adventurers who do still dare explore those hidden places not found upon any map. However, as we are all now standing here together, the ferocious waves of that illimitable ocean lashing out over and over again at this last calm shore, there is little choice left but to point a finger, to accuse, and finally, with righteous indignation, to condemn the guilty one to whatever living hell is deemed appropriate.

We can all, after the unpleasantness is over, agree that certain measures had to be taken. That anyone, placed against their will, as we were, in such a situation would have acted the same. That such a crime would be deserving, within any culture, and at any time, of the punishment inflicted by us not, of course, out of revenge, but simply in the service of justice.

It is my dream, my simple hope, in these last dwindling hours of 2014, looking back on the joys and sorrows we have shared, that you who have remained steadfastly at my side, and have not been found guilty of the crimes I have accused each and every one of you of, will again join me for a journey into the mystery of the days that lie ahead in that which has been declared The Year of The Varmint Trap.

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Your Pal,

The President and Founder

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