Wake up in the middle of the night...

For years I have been shaken from a sound sleep by assaults from the unconscious. They range from insights on how our federal debt being financed by the Chinese relates to why I never borrowed money from by bully brother, to musings on how in the world nation building ever got a bad name. 

My first reaction to this, being a journalist, was to  get them into a mainstream newspaper. This, I have done for the past several years. But today, while reading my sixteen year old daughter's amazing entries in her "Love Always, Clara" blog, I decided to start one of my own: cut out the middle man, just blog it out and go back to sleep. 

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