It is the "salesman," the promoter, the huckster, the snake-oil vendor, the public-relations manipulator, the advertising man, that exists within myself, sir.
If I had my choice, because I am more familiar with the subject, naturally I would have started with an Eastern European ping list, but our mutual good friend in Poland already had one, and I did not wish to invade his territory--especially since he can do a much better job with explaining Eastern Europe, than I can.
That Eastern European ping list is excellent; no one here in America could possibly do it any better.
When someone from Norway on January 28 complained that Free Republic is "anti-Norway," it was as if a Gift from God, sir, dropping on to my lap--I had a "cause," I had something to promote, to sell.
I have a very boring job, sir (I prepare income-tax returns), and because as you already know from my "profile" here on Free Republic, common ordinary everyday things such as social conversation, chatting on the telephone, listening to the radio or music, watching television or movies, are impossible for me, and so I have all these empty hours in life.
I never thought about Norway, I never lost any sleep over Norway, I never paid any attention to Norway, sir, until January 28--and now I think about Norway at least one hour a day, which fills up an empty hour.
Halden. How cool... Do you know where I was today, and where Karl Rove comes from?
Halden.
Cheers.