Tuesday, November 30
Over the weekend I finally got around to installing all my essential software on my rebuilt Windows box, and so I at last got a chance to play with Sims 2.
For about fifteen minutes. Then my computer crashed. And again ten minutes after that. And again twenty minutes after that, and five minutes after that, and... so on. The screen freezes, or goes black, or drops me back to Windows, or when I'm really lucky the machine just reboots.
I thought maybe the power supply wasn't quite coping, what with the three new hard disks I added. I pulled out a couple of cards I wasn't using (video capture and second network card) and it seemed to be going longer between killing my sims, so yesterday I ordered a shiny new 480W power supply and this morning I installed it.
As you can probably guess, it wasn't the power supply.
So, now I have a problem. This is the second video card I've had trouble with in that machine. The first one locked up all the time, even when I was just scrolling a web page. The replacement has been reliable enough until now; I can use it all day for applications and web stuff and watching videos without even the hint of a hiccup. But it sure doesn't like Sims 2.
I could buy a fancy new video card, which would make things faster - except that AGP, which is what I have, is fast being replaced by PCI Express, so if I buy an expensive video card now it's not going to have a very long life. And this is the second time I've had problems with video cards in this machine, so what if it's not the card? If I spend hundreds of dollars on a new card and it doesn't work either, I won't be a happy bunny. Now, a few times I have got actual errors back from the video drivers, so I'm sort of confident that it's the card, but what if the chipset on my motherboard is slightly wonky? But then, it runs fine for days when I'm not using 3D graphics.
Fortunately, I'm currently building a couple of systems for work right now. So I've ordered myself a cheap Radeon 9250, and if that works at home I can then put it in the new work machine and expense it, haha! And then go on the waiting list for an Nvidia 6600GT, which is currently a yes, we have no bananas sort of thing.
Sunday, November 28
Ever since I rebuilt my Windows box, back in... whenever it was, I've been looking for my old Sims CD cases. Not The Sims 2, but the original ones, along with the 37 (approximately) expansion packs. Because I had all the CDs, you see, in a great big CD folder, but the cases, because they have the activation codes stuck on them. I actually went and copied all my activation codes into a file, but somewhere along the line I lost the file.
And just now, while looking for more CDs to mp3ify, guess what I found? Guess what was hiding under a pile of Benny Goodman and Glenn Miller and the Andrews Sisters?
Yup. (Also Rise of Nations, C&C Generals, Sim City 4 and Microsoft Office.)
Now I'll just toddle off and install them all. Back in a tick.
Saturday, November 27
It's probably not a good sign when one of your more important servers comes up with the error:
Uhhuh. NMI received. Dazed and confused, but trying to continue
You probably have a hardware problem with your RAM chips
It's been one of those weeks. Actually, it's been two of those weeks, but who's counting?
I got nothin'.
Fortunately, even when I got nothin' there's always the anime version of that Apple ad. And other goodness.
Note: This little clip is work safe, but the full video isn't quite.
Saturday, November 06
I've been getting this sudden rush of Google hits, and I just realised why. Here you go, boys and girls, the complete lyrics for TISM's Everyone Else Has Had More Sex Than Me, translated from Pub Strine into fairly standard English for your convenience:
Everyone else has had more sex than me.
Everyone else has had more sex than me.
Everyone else has had more sex than me.
Does anyone else get that feeling?
Teenagers, naked, couple in threes
Grandparents swing from the ceiling.
Everyone else has had more sex than me.
Everyone else has had more sex than me.
Corporate capers and office amore.
Shenanigans outdoor and in.
Resist and then later your find out there's more
Regret in not doing the sin.
Our lives have to die
Of that there's no help
My favourite way to end them
Is the orb-weaver spider's whose pedipalp
Enters the female pudendum.
Then dies on the spot
His corpse there still stuck,
Left for his rivals to curse at.
He would rather die than not get to fuck
Personally I reckon it's worth it.
Everyone else has had more sex than me.
Does anyone else get that feeling?
Everyone else has had more sex than me.
Does everybody else get that feeling?
Does everyone think...
Monday, November 22
So I select the items I don't want, and I click on Trash. And then I open the Trash Manager, and I select them again, and I click on Delete. And then I get a page saying that these items will be deleted, and I click on Delete again. Then I get a pop-up asking me if I really want to delete these items, because if I delete them they will be, like, deleted.
YES I BLOODY WANT TO DELETE THE BLOODY THINGS YOU PIECE OF CRAP!!!!
If you design your software so that it treats your users like morons, you will soon find that only morons use your software. And you will have to take all the support calls because everyone else will somehow contrive to be at lunch when the phone rings. Even if it's 8 am.
Saturday, November 13
Just testing something, don't mind me...
Thursday, November 11
"It can't have been me trying to kill you - I've never been to London. Besides", I added, "you're still alive."
That seemed to do the trick. I was told to report in as soon as possible.
I pushed the button, and rockets flared beneath the house... Beneath half the house. Bricks and mortar are fine under compression loads, but not so great under tension. We watched as the other half of the house broke away and started its fall back to Earth.
"Deploy parachutes!" A small parachute popped up from the falling half of the house, but did nothing to slow its descent.
"Deploy full parachutes!" No reaction.
"Deploy cushion!" Airbags inflated out from the basement, but I doubted they'd do much to soften the landing.
I wasn't the only one summoned to the meeting:
"So what do you do for a living?"
"Computer consultant. When times are good, I pick the fun projects. When times aren't so good, anything to do with computers.
"Lead and gold."
Her eyes widened.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"
"My power is to get some sort of idea of other people's powers. Probably why they brought me here. From you I'm picking up lead and gold."
By the way, whoever does the catering for those secret government gatherings of super-powered mutants should be shot. The food was terrible.
And I didn't even have the pizza.
Tuesday, November 09
Okay, so discovering a hidden fourth floor in my own house wasn't so surprising. And the fact that there was a girl - actually a university student - living there didn't worry me too much. No wonder things are never where I left them! No wonder I can't keep chocolate in the house!
I was a little ticked off that she was bringing her boyfriend home - but at least he called the police when the ninja broke in. Of course, it was me and the girl who actually captured the ninja. (Take that, Frank! Your ninjas aren't so tough!) But then when the police told him they were on their way and we might hear some shots, so don't worry, he didn't find it the least bit odd. Dumbass. So they shot the ninja first, and then the boyfriend.
We escaped out the top-floor window, swinging from a long extension lead. (So that's where that got to!) Unfortunately, we were facing a crooked police captain who had his entire precinct and a SWAT team hunting us. We managed to kick a couple in the head and steal their assault rifles (amazing what you can do while swinging from a fifteen-metre electrical cord!) but we were still terribly outnumbered even before the army of zombies and sorcerers arrived.
So thank God for our mysterious allies, who showed up just in time, with their zippy little armoured cars (all tinted bulletproof glass and swoopy curves, plus four-wheel-steering!) and their flamethrowers! You should have seen it! Burning zombies everywhere! The tables were turned, despite an army of ninjas joining the fight - until we discovered that when you kill a sorcerer, unless you cut out his eyes, you get an unstoppable zombie sorcerer!
And then I woke up. I've gotta stop eating pizza just before bedtime.
July 8, 2004:
Who won the 2004 USA presidential election?
The what? Oh, politics. I'll look it up. Hmm. It says "George W.
Bush". Does that sound right? It's in the chapter on the Great
Insanity Epidemic of 2005.
That, for those new to this blog, is my grand-daughter Trixie reporting by chronosynclastic infundibulum from the 22nd century.
You can put your trust in Trixie.
Other Trixie tips:
2009: Good time to buy shares in Electronic Arts.
2017: Avoid the border between California and Nevada. Better yet, avoid California and Nevada.
2049: Avoid France. Seriously.
Monday, November 08
From the inimitable The Iraq War Was Wrong Blog:
As you can imagine I found it necessity to call emergency meeting of The Lohanim last night. We were all there except Sherrill (some lame excuse something about fender bender bla bla) so it was almost the whole gang there to wish her well Use are collective powers to raise her health back to normal (i.e. as before - healthy, vibrant the way we knew her). Cyrus brought the Thai food (I got stuck with the Pad thai which I really wanted was the red curry chicken but whatever, at least I filled up more on the spinach wrap appetizer so its even) and we (re) watched Jody's DVD of Confessions of a Teenage drama Queen at my request. I said hey we have to do this for Lindsay.
Although admittingly I missed it when they were checking out most of the DVD extras (had to scare away raccoons sniffing around trash bin outside - those guys just have no fear anymore! Anyway). But I got back in and I had to remind them we didn't pray for her returning to health yet (they were all leaving - guess they forgot) (!). No not me (atheist agnostic) but, some other's, I had them praying to (their) God ect. (I think Phung just used Buddha, thats why he went back to his room where his Buddha thing is, bTW Phung must of been really broken up actually cuz he actually spent most of the evening in his room instead, I think I heard him had the Baseball World Cup game on TV - using the sound to mask his tears? Phung theres no shame in your feelings).
Read the whole thing. Including the comments. Particularly the comments.
In our tradition of bringing you the finest in left-wing insanity, we present to you The Blogging of the President. They have some great maps, but they are insane:
Apropos of Oldman's grand entrance and general attitude, I'm going to lay out why Kerry was a bad candidate. It's really very simple, and has little to do with his electioneering. He lost, and that sucks. But whatever. People lose, and the deck was stacked against him.The election was fair, but I'll grant you that Kerry was a bad candidate. I've said it before: Joe Lieberman would very likely have won. Maybe even Dick Gephardt.
But my reasons for thinking Kerry a bad candidate are a little different from these people:
The problem is that he conceded.You would think that a party called the Democrats would have a little more respect for Democracy, but no.
He shouldn't have. He should have fought. He should have demanded all ballots be counted. When they were, he should have litigated. When the suits ended, he should have litigated more. When that didn't work, he should have used his position in the Senate to contest the election.
That's what fighting for the middle class means. It means fighting.
And their take on Rathergate is fascinating:
If this year has taught us anything, it's that there is no Democratic candidate that cannot be Gored or Swiftboated at a whim using lies and propaganda. But Rathergate taught us something as well that was very important - and it has to do with trolls.The memos were fake, you blockheads! The entire scandal was fraudulent from the get-go! That's why it failed.
Part of the strength of the RNC is that it has a huge volunteer core of irregulars who are willing to propagandize and evangelize for it. It did this oddly enough by giving up some top level control over message. This is how the right has better exploited the internet than the left. The right was able to use the internet and its whispering campaign of irregulars to counterfactualize the Guard scandal and turn it into Rathergate / Memogate. It was actually able to push the message of the mainstream media to the focus that it wanted.
They truly believe the election was stolen:
Republican Election Theft RoundupPlus, from the BOP House Crew
by Shaula Evans
The numbers don't add up
CIA-style hacking rigs election for Bush
Black Box Voting calls it Fraud
Surprising Pattern of Florida's Election Results
The Greg Palast classic: An Election Spoiled
Washington Dispatch: Vote Fraud in Ohio?
Presidential votes mis-cast on machines across the country
Reconciling voting machine and exit poll discrepancies
Institute for Public Accuracy on Ohio Elections
software flaw found in Florida vote machines
Florida numbers analysis (chart)
exit poll chart via BOP reader alyosha (thanks, man)
Stolen Election 2004
Open Voting Consortium
4000 votes missing in Pennsylvania County
Palm Beach county logs 88,000 more votes than voters
outrage in ohio
Broward County Florida voting machines count backwards
Diebold Pres Odell's 2003 promise to "deliver Ohio for Bush"
Greg Palast: Kerry Won
Diebold Machines yield fishy results
Machine Error Gives Bush Extra Votes in Ohio
More evidence of possible fraud in Darke County, Ohio
NC: 11,823 "extra" votes cast for Bush
chart: Florida voter reg vs performance
Something looks very wrong in Florida
Election Theft Bombshell: Major Security Breach
And finally, from the "We told you so" files:
A technical look at how they can steal it (from October 9, 2004)
Matt Stoller: another stolen election
oldman: speaks for itself
Barry Ritholtz: mapping out election results
Ian Welsh: Okay, it was stolen
Shaula Evans: fight fight fight
Sunday, November 07
Note: This is not satire. Not a bit. The editors of The Guardian are noted for their insensibility to irony and lack of appreciation for the absurd.
Guantanamo Serenade (an extract from The Men Who Stare At Goats, by Jon Ronson)
The more I've delved into the US military's psychological warfare, the more examples of New Age-style, First Earth Battalion tactics I've been noticing in the war on terror. I learned of one fact in particular that struck me as entirely incongruous, something at once banal and extraordinary.
And what might that be, we ask?
When I met Jamal, he began to tell me about the more bewildering abuses. Prostitutes were flown in from the US - he doesn't know whether they were there to smear their menstrual blood on the faces of the more devout detainees. Or perhaps they were brought in to have sex with the soldiers, and some psychological operations (PsyOps) boffin - a resident cultural analyst - devised this other job for them as an afterthought, exploiting the resources at the army's disposal.
"One or two of the British guys," Jamal told me, "said to the guards, 'Can we have the women?' But the guards said, 'No, no, no. The prostitutes are for the detainees who don't actually want them.' They explained it to us: 'If you want it, it's not going to work on you.' "
"So what were the prostitutes doing to the detainees?" I asked.
"Just messing about with their genitals," said Jamal. "Stripping off in front of them. Rubbing their breasts in their faces. Not all the guys would speak. They'd come back from the Brown Block [the interrogation block] and be quiet for days and cry to themselves, so you know something went on, but you don't know what.
Yes, I know that the last time a woman stripped in front of me and rubbed her breasts in my face, I was so distraught I... Err, enough that.
What other tricks did the fiendish Yanquis employ?
The interrogators were getting more and more cross with Jamal's apparent steely refusal to crack. Also, Jamal used his time inside the Brown Block to do stretching exercises, keeping himself sane. Jamal's exercise regime made the interrogators more angry, but instead of beating him, or threatening him, they did something very odd.
A military intelligence officer brought a ghetto blaster into his room. He put it on the floor in the corner. He said, "Here's a great girl band doing Fleetwood Mac songs."
He didn't blast the CD at Jamal. This wasn't sleep-deprivation, and it wasn't an attempt to induce the Bucha Effect. Instead, the agent simply put it on at normal volume.
"He put it on," said Jamal, "and he left."
"An all-girl Fleetwood Mac covers band?" I said.
"Yeah," said Jamal.
Aieee! The inhumanity of man's inhumanity to man's fellow man, or however it goes.
This sounded to me like the tip of a very strange iceberg.
"And what happened next?" I asked.
"When the CD was finished, he came back into the room and said, 'You might like this.' And he put on Kris Kristofferson's greatest hits. Normal volume. And he left the room again. And then, when that was finished, he came back and said, 'Here's a Matchbox Twenty CD.' "
"Was he doing it for entertainment purposes?" I asked.
"It's interrogation," said Jamal. "I don't think they were trying to entertain me."
"Matchbox Twenty?" I said.
"I thought they were just playing me a CD," said Jamal. "Just playing me a CD. See if I like music or not. Now I've heard this, I'm thinking there must have been something else going on. Now I'm thinking, why did they play that same CD to me as well? They're playing this CD in Iraq and they're playing the same CD in Cuba. It means to me there is a programme. They're not playing music because they think people like or dislike Matchbox Twenty more than other music. Or Kris Kristofferson more than other music. There is a reason. There's something else going on. Obviously I don't know what it is. But there must be some other intent."
Aha! Now I see the evil Yanqui scheme!
No I don't.
"Hm," said Joseph.
"Do you think ...?" I said.
Joseph finished my sentence for me.
"Subliminal messages?" he said.
"Or something like that," I said. "Something underneath the music."
Underneath the music!
How could you blast someone with silent sounds "without it affecting us"? This struck me at the time as an unassailable argument, one that cut through all the paranoid theories circulating on the internet about mind-control machines putting voices into people's heads. Of course it couldn't work.
The thing is, I now realised, if silent sounds had been used against Jamal inside an interrogation room at Guantanamo Bay, there was a clue in Jamal's account, a clue that suggested that military intelligence had craftily solved the vexing problem highlighted by Colonel Alexander.
"He put the CD in," Jamal had said, "and he left the room."
Aha! Fleeing the subliminal messages! Or possibly just a music lover. (Matchbox Twenty?)
Next, I dug out the recently leaked military report entitled Non-Lethal Weapons: Terms And References. There were a total of 21 acoustic weapons listed, in various stages of development, including the Infrasound ("Very low-frequency sound which can travel long distances and easily penetrate most buildings and vehicles ... biophysical effects: nausea, loss of bowels, disorientation, vomiting, potential internal organ damage or death may occur. Superior to ultrasound ...").
You know, this is actually true. Blast someone with sufficiently loud very low-frequency sound and it basically shakes their internal organs to pieces.
They tend to notice when you do this, of course.
And then, the last entry but one - the Psycho-Correction Device, which "involves influencing subjects visually or aurally with embedded subliminal messages".
I turned to the front page. And there it was. The co-author of this document was Colonel John Alexander.
So, not Matchbox Twenty?
(via Tim Blair)
In stark contrast to the writers at Slate (below), Sad American explains clearly and movingly exactly how the Democratic Party lost her. An excerpt:
President Bush won on values, yes, but not hatred of gays or any other stereotype you have in your head about Bush voters like me.
He won because he has values, clearly defined values, and even though I agree with little of what he believes, at least I know what he believes. At least I know that he really does believe in something. At least I know that he will do what he says he will do.
That's disgustingly little, but unbelievably — you offered me less.
Read, as they* say, the whole thing.
* They, of course, being Glenn Reynolds, who seem to have survived their struggle with multiple-personality disorder and are back to their usual one-post-per-fifteen-minutes schedule.
Those cheerful, chirpy boys and girls at Slate are still at it. (You can find my previous commentary on Slate's series of articles, Why Americans Hate Democrats, here.)
Katha Pollitt oscillates between lucidity and insanity in a manner that seems calculated to induce sea-sickness. At one moment, we have:
Sometimes I wonder if political commentators do much more than rationalize their own worldview.
Which is reasonably astute, though she fails to take the analysis down the obvious path. Then she starts speaking in tongues:
The scale of the suggestions is not adequate to the scale of the problem. It's tinkering around the edges. It's assuming that Christian-right voters don't really mean what they say. If a voter wants Christian Jihad, he may not be willing to desert the cause for health insurance—especially with Republicans telling him 50 times a day that the plan is really a socialist plot to raise his taxes and poison him with Canadian drugs.
From the remarkably perceptive:
My daughter, who is a high-school senior, told me months ago that Kerry would lose because people wouldn't unseat a wartime president. "What's that line about not changing horses in midstream?" She should probably have my slot in this forum.
To the frankly disturbing:
And if a crucial subtext of Republicanism is—and I believe it is—the preservation of white privilege, whole swathes of the country are a lost cause for the Democrats. The Democrats had the South—and the country—when they had the racist vote. Now, thanks to Nixon's Southern strategy, the Republicans have that very large and energetic demographic.
It's true enough that the Democrats did have the racist vote, forty years ago. But to claim that the Republicans have it now?
Steven Waldman is the first of the writers to actually offer some worthwhile advice. Although he starts off badly:
When thinking of values, faith, and how to win elections, it's useful to ask, What Would Clinton Do? Bill Clinton always combined economic liberalism with a handful of cultural issues designed to appeal to red-state voters: welfare reform, crime, and national service. He picked these issues carefully, knowing that they would show traditional Americans that he wasn't a morally permissive liberal who didn't understand right from wrong (tee-hee).
The old fake-sincerity approach - he does at least have this to say:
On some level, the hardest thing that Democratic leaders, activists, and journalists have to do is honestly ask themselves this: Do you hold very religious people in contempt? If you do, religious people will sense it—and will vote against you. And there are more of them than there are of you.
Which echoes one of my own points. If you hold the voters in contempt, you can expect the same from them.
Walter Dellinger doesn't say much of interest, really. He has little advice for his party, noting that
There have been 11 presidential elections since the dawn of the civil rights movement that have altered the shape of American politics. Five times the party's nominee has been from outside the South, and all five times the party has gone down to defeat ('68, '72, '84, '88, '04). Six times the Democratic nominee was from the South, and the Democrats won (or won the popular vote) in five of those six elections ('64, '76, '92, '96, '00).
Yes, he's trying to count Gore as a win.
To his credit, he does take Katha Pollitt to task for her remarks on the "racist vote".
Racism in Dixie is a problem, but no more today than in the rest of the country, and maybe less so. (Katha—come down to North Carolina sometime, and go with me to most any McDonald's in Durham. You are likely to see a lot more tables of whites and blacks from the office or the job site having lunch together than you will in Manhattan.)
Diane McWhorter's contribution is so bizarre it is difficult to summarize, though I can tell you that she's not going to make Mr Waldman happy. Try the opening paragraph:
Before the Democrats can cure their morality deficit disorder, they must first diagnose the insidiously effective strain of virtue advanced by the Republicans. "Morality" is the new "race"—as in racism. It is the emotional linchpin of the Republicans' latest "Southern strategy," pioneered in 1968 by Richard Nixon to lure the solid (Democratic) South from the party that had betrayed its Dixie base by ending segregation through the Civil Rights Act of 1964.
What can I say about this? Yes, Ms. McWhorter is saying that morality is equivalent to racism. And I'll note that although the Civil Rights Act was introduced by President Kennedy - a Democrat - its opponents were led by Senator Richard Russell - also a Democrat. She continues:
The props have changed since Nixon spoke to the smarting segregationists in the code of "states rights" and "law and order." Gun rights stood in for states rights as the animating spirit of the Gingrich Revolution of the 1990s (until the Federal Building in Oklahoma City was blasted into rubble by one of the gun lobby's constituents).
She not only equates racism with morality, but also with states' rights, gun rights, and the terrorist attack in Oklahoma City. All one and the same to Ms. McWhorter. She continues:
But even as the agenda has now shifted to the sanctity of marriage, the ends and means remain remarkably consistent: Seduce the have-nots into a strange bedfellow-ship with the haves through emotional tribal markers that strike at some pre-rational sense of identity. Then they will be persuaded to vote against their own self-interest.
In other words, those stupid yokels got suckered by those city slicker Republicans who appealed to their irrational beliefs in
racism states' rights gun rights marriage. All the same thing, of course. One more sample:
That seems so obvious that Katha Pollitt and my fellow commentators invoke the Southern strategy as shorthand. But how does it work? Since I hail from a red state deep in the heart of Dixie—and claim many of "those people" as my friends and relatives—perhaps I can shed some light. Rather than isolating the "faith voters" as freaks and grotesques (as Southerners have historically been seen by the North), we should be analyzing what we all, as members of the human race, have in common.
By this point - and we're just on the second paragraph here! - I'm astonished that Ms. McWhorter is willing to concede that Southerners are members of her species and not some strange relative of the Indonesian hobbits.
Donna Brazile tells us that
Democrats can and must remain firmly rooted in the ideals of social justice.
As one of the alien mice in Douglas Adams' The Hitchhiker's Gude to the Galaxy remarked, Sounds good, but doesn't tie you down to actually meaning anything.
As one of my friends in Oregon reminded me in an early morning e-mail, this is not just about the Democratic Party. It's about the democratic rights of all Americans.
Well, it's nice to know that it's not just the Democrats who have democratic rights.
There follow several paragraphs of discussion on religion which I am reluctant to put an interpretation on. Living in Australia, one of the most secular countries in the world, I just don't have the personal experience to deal with this. But before long we find ourselves on firmer ground:
Today, as liberals, as Democrats, and as progressive voters, we must acknowledge with humility that what we stand for no longer resonates with a sizeable chunk of voting Americans.
This certainly appears to be true, and is a significant admission, but:
Democrats must speak in a language that allows all voters to know we share their outlook for a strong and prosperous country, we respect their values of tolerance, but our leaders are in public office to help make things better for us all—not worse.
So the real problem is not what the Democrats stand for, it's the resonance. If they could just speak their language people would understand that Democrats are Here to Help.
This is a new moment to identify and recruit better messengers. Perhaps it's time to tap into the "Obama" factor: Scour statehouses for young, energetic, inspiring, and emerging leaders with the ability to connect the head and heart.
Yes, it's Shoot the Messenger time. There can't be anything wrong with the Message, obviously.
In this coming season, Democrats must resist going back to using terms like affirmative action, pro choice, union, and "the movement" to describe what we're for. These words are limited and often open to negative interpretation from the right.
Translation: They reveal the fact that many of us are still holding a candle for Karl Marx and class warfare, and we can't have that.
But once we agree on a shared vision to connect our progressive social values of faith, family, hard work, loyalty, opportunity, security, and prosperity for all, we will soar again.
Yes, let me know when you work that one out. One last paragraph that I can't resist:
Democrats will build on the successes of this year. More grass-roots organizers were recruited and trained than ever before. Over $300 million was raised in one year—the most ever by the Democratic Party. We started this electoral season more unified and energized than ever before; we must continue to soar.
Continue to soar? Donna, you lost.
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