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October 27, 2005



Somebody please, please see that Gruber or Gorman - whichever is responsible - gets a hefty bonus for noting that going to church increases the number of social interactions peculiar to a church. In a culture where "research" was aptly described by Mary Daly as "the constant rediscovery of the screechingly obvious," this line alone must, simply must, warrant some Economic Research Oscar, Emmy, whatever.

Next, I'll be reading that those who go to a whorehouse have more of the social interactions peculiar to a whorehouse.

How brighter my day is to learn that, when I returned to church, my happiness soared as it would had I moved from refrigerator box to mansion, from shoeless to chauffeured limo. Now if I only had the money!

Ho hum. Maybe there's something there; but for now I think I'll self-administer one large grain of salt.

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