We shall be throwing the old playbook out the window, ladies and gentlemen. We’re starting fresh and we’re starting now. We’ll be starting at the finish line, working backwards, and getting it done. Absolutes are few and while Truth is rarely any fun at the bar, he’ll at least be there at the end of the day. And so will I.
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