Any critic of my writing should just withhold their infantile inferences. Those that cannot do, like my sister says, teach, or critique. BOOK ONE, will shut them all up. And, quite frankly, to any critic reading, present your qualms to me in person, in the street. Don’t hide within rumor, or a column in a rudimentary periodical. You can’t decry an ANTI. You’re a pawn, critic. Me, and all the like, rebels, shapers of collective and individual Nows.
These colleges boast acceptance, fairness. Then why are so many of us, educators, summarily shed. Creating a more conducive Now. Another sip of the Grenache.
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