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Here is a Sup—I mean repository of the texts of my together with some readings of them. The essays were broadcast by WXXI 91.5 Classical of Rochester, NY on Salmagundy each Saturday at 9:35am Eastern Time, from the beginning of time (1985) till May 2009 when Entropa (evil Goddess of Change-for-the-Worse-or-Possibly-the-Worst) troubled the minds of the WXXIites and they retired Simon and Salmagundy, and Rochester went into a terminal decline---for ever.
I continued on that brilliant bastion of all that's good and kultured, WCLV's syndicated Weekend Radio on many (mainly NPRish) stations traditionally on the first and third weekends of the month, though weekendage varied, till the horror crept ever onward and that too was devoured (in August 2023, a date which will live in infamy or at lease mild irritation)... and only I remain, defiant though wimpering.
Richard Howland-Bolton
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I don't usually discuss politics directly in this spot (or blemish, or zit, or whatever it is) but of late this child of the sixties ...all right ...fairly young adult of the sixties... is getting rather worried. And it's not just here in the States where I fear that the government now thinks that it has a clear path to rule the Coalition of the Obedient (and not just in its warlike dealings abroad) and where you are supposed to have that tradition of rugged 'sod the ragged' individualism, and where Ted Kennedy can be considered a member of the Looney Left---but also back home in Britain, where Kennedy would be considered by many to be almost a poster child for the National Front, and where we are blessed with socialized medicine and official monetary support at every turn, and where our government thinks it can find a clear path when war blows in our ear by imitating the action of a small fluffy dog.
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Charity is, of course, one of the greatest evils in the world today---Oh I don't really mean the sort of generous impulse ("Here let me help you push your car to the side of the road and look under the hood for you." or "No! No! Let me get you all a round of drinks!"), freeform, spontaneous, from-the-heart sort of charity. No, I mean the organized, collection-plate sort, the sort exemplified by the United Way, that Mafia of the giving industry, or even by the Red Cross, its Swiss Army Knife!
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I'm sorry Americans... now I do really, sort of, like you guys and all, but I do have to say it.... And after all, in the long term, you all know that it would be cruel to keep tiptoeing around that 10,000lb elephant sitting in the middle of the room.... So I can hide the truth no longer.... I've just got to come out and say it, whatever the consequences.... Which I hope are good... But...
You see....
You see....
You Americans prefer quantity to quality!
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When þe nyghtegale singes þe wodes waxen grene
Lef ant gras ant blosme springes in Aueryl Y wene1
...of course that's before the temperature soars into the grillions and all hope dies down here in Texas (and stays dead, until after Labour Day at the very least) and, come to that, I'm not sure if I've ever actually heard a nightingale sing or even cough noticably down here; or in fact any sort of a bird apart from those insane looking pidgeony things, the occasional sparrow frothing at the beak and the insane and vicious looking skinny corvoids, but I'm sure you get the general springy idea.
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When everything is going awry and I'm feeling down, and depressed and nigh on utterly, slougherly despondent1, I find that I get great comfort from remembering that old saying "This too will pass" and, things being the way they are, in time it does pass and all is well again and new and bright and full of joy: and then of course I can't help but remember that old saying "This too will pass". I believe they call this ‘bipolar disorder’.
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Few of my friends, and none of my extant enemies, know that I am in fact a card carrying member of the NRA. Actually I must admit, right up front, that I had originally intended to join the ACLU but I sent my money to the wrong address. Of course, as they were quick to assure me, there's very little difference between the two organizations so I let my membership stand.
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Never ever go to a sporting event that has a significant proportion of its supporters made up of little girls.
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There is an old saying “Less is more” and it is nicely illustrated, I think, by a comparison of the obscene gestures current in The States, the United Kingdom and in France.
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Hello; and Welcome to you. Today I am going to tell you the secret of life. And for once you won’t be charged anything and operators won’t be standing by at toll free numbers or even those “a charge of one dollar and fifty cents per minute will be added to your telephone bill” ones.
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There is no rest, it has been said, for the wicked, and of late I seem to have been rushing about to such an extent that it is starting to cause me quite a bit of eschatological concern. I mean, no sooner had I got back from England and had just about figured out what time of day it was and when I should sleep, than I had to hurtle off to Orlando in Florida for a conference.
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