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The Powerball mania, and the report last week of another bulldozer-aided police entry into the "wrong" apartment on a misguided drug raid (those damn informers who don't bother to fact-check--who do they think they are, Stephen Glass?) has me thinking: how do we decide which human vices we want government to aid, and which we want government ruthlessly to (attempt to) suppress? Anti-government folks must have a consistent answer to that, mustn't they?
The sudden silence of Galaxy 4--the nerve of something not to want to keep its gaze constantly fixed on earth!--suggests that there will be at least one night in the nation's restaurants and theaters when the romantic or dramatic mood won't be shattered by millions of pagers going off. Tonight's the night.
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