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One of the very nice things about not having to worry about my credibility is that I really don't need to reference my material.
It's such a welcome relief from the days past when my every word and opinion had to be referenced and sourced. Sometimes science, health care and other endeavors that require a factual basis and knowledge of those facts can be a real drag.
Although, to give myself some well-deserved credit, I was always reasonably good at fabricating supporting facts that sounded as if they were equally reasonable.
Often, people wouldn't question me, likely because they respected the fact that I had previously served as Prime Minister of Togo. That buys instant credibility, being in the 37th percentile of past public servants that are also faintly knowledgeable in basic stock investing.
Look it up.
Now, whatever I write is essentially no different than the unfiltered words and thoughts that may emanate from a child or an idiot, including the drool.
These days, just about the only time I avail myself of the vast informational database that is so readily available is to check my spelling. That in itself confuses me, because I really don't care very much about that level of detail. Besides, the human mind, when reading is really indifferent to spelling. Key mis-spellings, in fact, help to focus attention.
Szelhamos always used to say "it's good enough," when referring to any accomplishment related to a task at hand.
There was a time, like for so many of us, that I was a wunderkind in both math and spelling.
Obviously, technology made those portions of the brain go dormant. What's even worse is that despite looking up the correct spelling of words, I seem to continually have to return for the very same word each and every time I can't think of a synonym whose spelling I already know.
The ability to learn or retain is gone, as is my bank of ready to go synonyms.
The word that I find myself checking most often is when I'm making a reference to the "Oracle of Omaha."
Today, Governor Chris Christie, the man who had New Jersey's flags fly at half mast in honor of Whitney Houston, was pretty blunt about how he felt regarding the wealthy paying more in taxes than they were required by the existing tax code.
Whereas I may have some difficulty with the spelling of the name, Governor Christie clearly knows the difference between "Buffett" and "Buffet."
In at least one regard, I don't.
Neither the politics nor the fairness of the tax code really interests me, although I suppose it should, as increasingly I've become dependent on short term capital gains and dividends.
Instead, I'm focused on the buffet.
Over the course of a lifetime I've had the opportunity to try a wide range of those all you can eat delights, ranging from the "truly hideous" to the "beyond elegant."
At it's most basic, the "all you can eat" strategy at the Howard Johnson restaurants of generations ago was a great deal, as long as you liked fried fish on Tuesday night or fried chicken on Thursday night and didn't mind the embarrassment of asking the waitress for more.