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I Won't Be Making Any Friends In The Corporate Suites.

Obviously You Have To Make A Profit To Put Out A Newspaper. I'm Not An Idiot. But When The Margins Are In Excess Of 25 Per Cent You're Talking About Greed.

Disney's Something To Be A Little Alarmed About. It's Not Just A Little Theme Park Anymore. It's Now An Ethic And Outlook And Strategy That Goes Way Beyond Central Florida.

Nobody With An Iq Higher Than Emergency-room Temperature Could Ever Believe That 'death Panels' Would Be Appointed To Nudge The Elderly Toward Euthanasia. Yet For Idle Entertainment, It's Hard To Beat Sarah Palin's Ignorant Nattering On The Subject.

I Think In The Old Days, The Nexus Of Weirdness Ran Through Southern California, And To A Degree New York City. I Think It's Changed So That Every Bizarre Story In The Country Now Has A Florida Connection. I Don't Know Why, Except It Must Be Some Inversion Of Magnetic Poles Or Something.