Tuesday, July 5, 2016
4:19 PM
The United States Constitution is unambiguously clear that only gold and silver coin shall be legal tender. It states:
No state shall ... make anything but gold and silver coin a tender in payment of debts. (Article I, Section 10, Clause 1)
It is also very clear that the Congress has the power to issue the nation's money:
The Congress shall have power ... To coin money, regulate the value thereof ... (Article I, Section 8, Clause 5)
The United States constitution is also unambiguously clear that all executive officers of the United States are bound by oath or affirmation, to support the U.S. Constitution. Please see:
The Senators and Representatives before mentioned, and the members of the several state legislatures, and all executive and judicial officers, both of the United States and of the several states, shall be bound by oath or affirmation, to support this Constitution ... (Article VI, Clause 3)
Why does this matter?
Well, because when Paul Craig Roberts was Assistant Secretary of the U.S. Treasury for Economic Policy during the Reagan years he simply ignored these clauses of the Constitution that set out who is to issue the nation's money, and that that money is to be silver and gold coin, and nothing else. In other words, he swore to support the Constitution and then turned right around and, as a matter of high level policy, participated in a blatantly unconstitutional, ongoing repudiation of the spirit and letter of the Constitution.
And now for years he has been running around the Internet constantly blogging about how concerned he is about the direction of the USSA political system, and its blatant disregard for the law.
When he was able to do something about the deeply fraudulent character of the so-called "money" of the USSA, he merely reshuffled the deck chairs on the sinking ship of state and loudly announced that he had reformed the national economy.
But, no, he did nothing of the sort, not really.
How About a Little Context
That is because in 1971 Richard Nixon, in consultation with Treasury Secretary John Connally, Federal Reserve Bank Chairman Arthur Burns and Undersecretary for International Monetary Affairs, Paul Volcker, undertook to remove the USSA dollar from convertibility to gold, effectively creating the 100% fiat currency we have today, that is willy-nilly conjured up right out of thin air by the billions and trillions and lent into circulation at interest.
All of these men knew what they were doing was unconstitutional. They did it anyway.
Ten years later, Paul Craig Roberts, then Ronald Reagan's Assistant Secretary of the Treasury for Economic Policy, set about remedying the problem of stagflation by introducing so-called supply side economics, which ostensibly solved the nation's economic woes.
In reality, without addressing the underlying issue of unfettered issuance of astronomical amounts of fiat currency the economic system cannot possibly function to the benefit of the citizenry at large, because it will always be out of equilibrium. And what is out of equilibrium and unbalanced will always crash. It's inevitable. In fact, the economic system is highly unstable and beginning to crash right now.
The USSA national debt really began to explode under Ronald Reagan, Paul Craig Roberts' boss. The printing presses were turned on in a big way, and continue to hum at a feverish pitch, right to the present day. Under Reagan the national debt leaped upward by $1.412 trillion, a 142% increase in just 8 years, more than 5 times the size of the debt that Reagan inherited from his predecessor, Jimmy Carter.
Interestingly, Roberts has often criticized various aspects of the USSA Federal Reserve Banks' policies, but has never directly challenged the existence of the Federal Reserve itself, which he certainly knows is nowhere authorized by the Constitution, and which is therefore, a blatant abrogation of the Congress's power to issue constitutionally mandated gold and silver money.
He is certainly aware of the fact that the so-called "money" of the USSA is in reality a debt instrument, the individual notes of which carry the words:"This note is legal tender for all debts public and private." He knows that the notes are issued by the Federal Reserve Bank and are not actually constitutional money; he knows all of this and yet he publicly says nothingabout it.
4:17 PM
Three scientists from Sweden, US and Turkey won the most prestigious Noble Prize for their works on DNA repair mechanism. The three scientists are: Swedish citizen, Prof. Tomas Lindahl (UK); US citizen Prof. Paul Modrich (USA) and US and Turkish citizen, Prof. Aziz Sancar (USA). Prize money of 8 million Swedish Krona to be shared equally between them.
Our body consists of cells of different types. Deoxyribonucleic acid (DNA), stored in the nucleus of every cell, contains genetic code written in chemicals. DNA replicates itself during cell division. During this process something can go wrong and there can be damage to the DNA molecule. The DNA damage (called mutation) can also take place due to many other reasons, such as exposure to some chemicals, radiation and many other environmental pollutants, both physical and chemical. The repair mechanism is able to repair this continuous damage of the DNA due to variety of reasons. Prof. Lindahl studied the degeneration or DNA decay over time and how the DNA repair takes place at molecular level.
Enzymes, viz., specialized protein molecules, act as media in DNA repair through chemical reactions taking place at molecular level. The work carried out by these scientists helped in understanding the working of these repair mechanisms; and will help in better understanding of the chemistry behind ageing process and other diseases, including cancer.
One of the three scientists, Prof. Aziz Sancar worked on repair mechanism of the DNA damage caused by the exposure to visible light and UV radiation. He worked on the repair mechanism which made DNA in bacteria exposed to lethal doses of UV radiation to recover under blue light. However, in mammalian cells, a different repair mechanism, called nucleotide excision repair works. However, there is a possibility of a tiny mismatch during the repair of damaged DNA strands. There exists in the cells, enzymes which repair these mismatches in the DNA strands. Prof. Paul Modrich studied the mechanisms correcting such mismatches.
My comment: The scientists have been doing great work for years on this all important and complex subject of repair of damaged DNA. The damage has been taking place spontaneously and also due to exposure to other agents, including natural background radiation. I failed to understand how some one can say that the cancer cases seen in the population is due to exposure to low level ionizing radiation from nuclear facilities? It is time that researchers experimentally prove, beyond doubt, that there is no linear no-threshold (LNT) relationship between exposure to radiation and the cancer.
4:16 PM
Paul Craig Roberts is everywhere these last 15 years or so, weighing in on the manifest crimes of the USSA regime in general, and the crimes of the Clinton, Bush II and Obama regimes in particular, pointing out the obvious 9/11 false flag attacks and the obvious evil of the preparation for war against Russia and China, and much else of note besides. None of which major criticisms I disagree with, by the way.
For years he has raked many of the major policies of the Clinton, Bush II and Obama regimes over the coals (with complete justification) while repeatedly assailing his own (Paul Craig Robert's) critics, declaiming high praises of the Ronald Reagan regime and his role in formulating Reagan's economic policy; at the same time saying little to nothing about George Herbert Walker Bush (Bush I), most especially not in any negative sense, and saying comparatively little about the 200 years of USSA political, military and economic history that preceded the Reagan and Bush I regimes.
And that is where I have to pick a bone with Paul Craig Roberts. As much as I agree with quite a lot that he says, he is found wanting in what he conspicuously does not say. In effect, I find his entire shtick to be a classic, limited hang out. Is Paul Craig Roberts unconsciously glossing over the historical record of the USSA government and his own participation in it during the Reagan regime? Or is he, in fact, aware of the things I will lay out in this blog post, and prefers not to mention them, for a variety of professional and personal reasons? In other words, does Paul Craig implicitly still fundamentally support the essential elements of the corrupt USSA regime, even as he would have all of us to think that he is making a radical critique of it?
As I will shortly show, neither when Paul Craig Roberts was in the government, nor now, when he is out of it, has he ever addressed the root causes of what ails the political economy of the USSA government, and indeed, of most of the rest of the world.
But first, how about a musical interlude from one of my favorite singers, Chris Rea, to set the mood?
She closed her eyes
And let the walls of her prison fall away
The walls which ached with a timeless wait
They had become her walls of this modern TV life
She closed her eyes
And let them fall away
And in her dreams she is standing by an ocean
She is gazing out to sea
She can remember with just a fleeting glimpse
That she was once free
So long ago now, so long it was as if it had never been
Was it a holiday
She thinks it could have been, ah yes, Italy ...
And he closes his eyes
And he is gone far away
Gone from all his confusion
Gone from the pain
He can easily see what a pointless waste
His modern life has become
Chasing the gravy grain
Chasing the dollar
Chasing the clock
Chasing his male friends
Chasing the boss
Chasing it like it was everything
It was nothing
Only the sound of his own breathing was all he really had
At the end of the day
And reasons to wonder, reasons to cry
Too late for this selfish sinner who never asked why
... and now, back to hard economic reality.
For years he has raked many of the major policies of the Clinton, Bush II and Obama regimes over the coals (with complete justification) while repeatedly assailing his own (Paul Craig Robert's) critics, declaiming high praises of the Ronald Reagan regime and his role in formulating Reagan's economic policy; at the same time saying little to nothing about George Herbert Walker Bush (Bush I), most especially not in any negative sense, and saying comparatively little about the 200 years of USSA political, military and economic history that preceded the Reagan and Bush I regimes.
And that is where I have to pick a bone with Paul Craig Roberts. As much as I agree with quite a lot that he says, he is found wanting in what he conspicuously does not say. In effect, I find his entire shtick to be a classic, limited hang out. Is Paul Craig Roberts unconsciously glossing over the historical record of the USSA government and his own participation in it during the Reagan regime? Or is he, in fact, aware of the things I will lay out in this blog post, and prefers not to mention them, for a variety of professional and personal reasons? In other words, does Paul Craig implicitly still fundamentally support the essential elements of the corrupt USSA regime, even as he would have all of us to think that he is making a radical critique of it?
As I will shortly show, neither when Paul Craig Roberts was in the government, nor now, when he is out of it, has he ever addressed the root causes of what ails the political economy of the USSA government, and indeed, of most of the rest of the world.
But first, how about a musical interlude from one of my favorite singers, Chris Rea, to set the mood?
And let the walls of her prison fall away
The walls which ached with a timeless wait
They had become her walls of this modern TV life
She closed her eyes
And let them fall away
And in her dreams she is standing by an ocean
She is gazing out to sea
She can remember with just a fleeting glimpse
That she was once free
So long ago now, so long it was as if it had never been
Was it a holiday
She thinks it could have been, ah yes, Italy ...
And he closes his eyes
And he is gone far away
Gone from all his confusion
Gone from the pain
He can easily see what a pointless waste
His modern life has become
Chasing the gravy grain
Chasing the dollar
Chasing the clock
Chasing his male friends
Chasing the boss
Chasing it like it was everything
It was nothing
Only the sound of his own breathing was all he really had
At the end of the day
And reasons to wonder, reasons to cry
Too late for this selfish sinner who never asked why
... and now, back to hard economic reality.
4:52 AM
I've got to be honest with you. I like to sing in public. In fact, I like to sing while I'm at work.
Right now I'm jamming along with the likes of Bing Crosby, Julie Andrews, and Elvis singing about
sleigh bells ring, ting, tinglin, Frost the zombie snowman melting and coming back to life, and, of course,
Rudolph the Red Nosed reindeer being ridiculed by his community, until Santa gives him an important job,
then suddenly the community is all, "Hey, you're alright."
Now, I'm not going to be headlining for a big act in Vegas anytime soon, nor have I yet schedules my
world tour, but my voice isn't too bad.
The thing is, right now, I'm a sales associate for a "big box" hardware store. That means I'm pretty much
always surrounded by co-workers, customers, managers, and the occasional dog.
And, while in the midst of all of these people, singing at a pretty good volume, I always find my mind
wandering over to that great, Broadway hit, "Mr. Cellophane", from the musical "Chicago".
Why?
Because, simply put, no one pays any attention to me, or how accurate I've gotten with my lyrics.
I like to think sometimes it's because my voice is so in tune with the music coming in over the overhead
speakers, that they can't tell the difference between my voice and Elvis's.
Yet, I'm learning, the longer I work in the environment of customer service, they don't actually mind
because I have become, for the most part, "Mr.Cellophane".
I've tested this theory again and again, when, while asking if people need help finding something, or if they're
finding what they're looking for, I almost always get a response that doesn't correspond with either
of those questions. I'll say, "Can I help you find something?" and they'll respond with, "Yes", then proceed
to walk in the opposite direction.
So, again, for the most part, they're answering me according to what they thought I would ask, rather than
what I actually asked.
In other words, I'm pretty sure that the majority of us, here in the U.S. at least, are suffering from a pretty
severe case of ADD(attention deficit disorder).
Now, this was, at first, a pretty big EUREKA moment for me.
The realization of this meant that non of us has any reason to really be shy, and be who we really are inside.
Not so much.
Because, as soon as you attempt to open the doors to that clown car, people will do the complete opposite
of what you'd expect them to do. You'll suddenly go from cellophane to a fluorescent orange sign,
with flashing light attached.
You're probably wondering at this point, "Where is he going with this?"
Well, here's your "Joe's Thought" for today. Jeez...
This world, while appearing to make at least some sense, does not actually contain any. And, the people
in this world will often act in surprisingly conflicting manners, while thinking, to themselves, that everything
they're doing or saying makes perfect sense, occasionally.
So, if you're like me, and you like to sing at work. People aren't going to notice, unless of course
you want them to ignore you. When they do notice you they'll either praise you or ridicule you, then they
will forget you, unless you do something to upset them, have a cool British accent, or have some
resemblance to a pop singer who is now playing in the top forty countdown.
That is all for now. I hope out of my nonsense, you gained some sense of what I mean, and it makes
sense to you. Because in a real sense, nothing makes much sense...
Right now I'm jamming along with the likes of Bing Crosby, Julie Andrews, and Elvis singing about
sleigh bells ring, ting, tinglin, Frost the zombie snowman melting and coming back to life, and, of course,
Rudolph the Red Nosed reindeer being ridiculed by his community, until Santa gives him an important job,
then suddenly the community is all, "Hey, you're alright."
Now, I'm not going to be headlining for a big act in Vegas anytime soon, nor have I yet schedules my
world tour, but my voice isn't too bad.
The thing is, right now, I'm a sales associate for a "big box" hardware store. That means I'm pretty much
always surrounded by co-workers, customers, managers, and the occasional dog.
And, while in the midst of all of these people, singing at a pretty good volume, I always find my mind
wandering over to that great, Broadway hit, "Mr. Cellophane", from the musical "Chicago".
Why?
Because, simply put, no one pays any attention to me, or how accurate I've gotten with my lyrics.
I like to think sometimes it's because my voice is so in tune with the music coming in over the overhead
speakers, that they can't tell the difference between my voice and Elvis's.
Yet, I'm learning, the longer I work in the environment of customer service, they don't actually mind
because I have become, for the most part, "Mr.Cellophane".
I've tested this theory again and again, when, while asking if people need help finding something, or if they're
finding what they're looking for, I almost always get a response that doesn't correspond with either
of those questions. I'll say, "Can I help you find something?" and they'll respond with, "Yes", then proceed
to walk in the opposite direction.
So, again, for the most part, they're answering me according to what they thought I would ask, rather than
what I actually asked.
In other words, I'm pretty sure that the majority of us, here in the U.S. at least, are suffering from a pretty
severe case of ADD(attention deficit disorder).
Now, this was, at first, a pretty big EUREKA moment for me.
The realization of this meant that non of us has any reason to really be shy, and be who we really are inside.
Not so much.
Because, as soon as you attempt to open the doors to that clown car, people will do the complete opposite
of what you'd expect them to do. You'll suddenly go from cellophane to a fluorescent orange sign,
with flashing light attached.
You're probably wondering at this point, "Where is he going with this?"
Well, here's your "Joe's Thought" for today. Jeez...
This world, while appearing to make at least some sense, does not actually contain any. And, the people
in this world will often act in surprisingly conflicting manners, while thinking, to themselves, that everything
they're doing or saying makes perfect sense, occasionally.
So, if you're like me, and you like to sing at work. People aren't going to notice, unless of course
you want them to ignore you. When they do notice you they'll either praise you or ridicule you, then they
will forget you, unless you do something to upset them, have a cool British accent, or have some
resemblance to a pop singer who is now playing in the top forty countdown.
That is all for now. I hope out of my nonsense, you gained some sense of what I mean, and it makes
sense to you. Because in a real sense, nothing makes much sense...
4:48 AM
willing to stop and listen. Maybe your family or friends are too busy, wouldn't understand, or, maybe,
you don't have any family or friends to talk to.
Then what?
That is where my theory in a phenomenon I've come to think of as "Social Therapy" comes into play.
Now, I don't have any college degree's in therapy or psychology, but I have the one thing that
all of us gain throughout our lives, experience.
The majority of my working life has been spent in customer service. And, it is through my experiences
in this field, that I came to notice "Social Therapy".
So, you ask, what is social therapy?
It's simple really. It is what happens when people experience what I described at the beginning of this post.
Social Therapy is when people begin to overflow with memories, thoughts, ideas, emotions, life stresses,
and they have no one to turn to in their personal lives to share it all with.
For the most part, this form of therapy seems to occur mostly in the fifty and over crowd.
Now we've all heard tales of people pouring their hearts out to bartenders, sharing secrets with their hair
dresser, etc. But, what if it's something that isn't nearly that limited?
I believe social therapy can, and often does, occur in any environment where there is any sort of public
interaction.
I myself have heard many, many tales of childhood adventures, lost loved ones, divorces, marriages,
tales of hero's, and of villains. I've also received tons of advice on how to live life to your fullest.
Politics, religion, you name it. I've had debates, discussions, chats about just about everything with
my customers. And, surprisingly, I've never had any of it go south. It's always cordial and informative.
The people who talk to me just want to speak, to be heard, to share. They often aren't concerned
about agreeing or disagreeing, just about the interaction itself.
And, I've discovered, in a weird sort of way, social therapy ends up often not only helping them, but
making me open my eyes, re-think things I believe in, and open my eyes to things I'd never stopped
to think about on my own.
In sum, I don't believe "Social Therapy" is something that has ever been limited to one or two professions,
nor do I believe it's something unique to the time in which we live. It's most often in people we term "elderly",
I believe, because that's often the age when people are kind of forgotten about. And, I believe, social
therapy is healthy and enlightening to both parties, and carries with it the very building blocks of how
social of an animal human beings really are.
4:47 AM
Well, what is it? Playing guitar, doodling, writing, singing 80's hair band music, designing your own clothing...
If you don't know, take a moment and try to think of that one thing you can zone into.
Have you got it?
If you do, examine your thing for a moment(yes, you may giggle).
If no, well, stop right here, don't read any further just yet, do not collect two-hundred dollars.
Your reading this either way aren't you?
Well, there's nothing I can do about it, but remember, I gave fair warning. There are spoilers ahead.
The most well kept secret in life is this:
Finding that one thing that you can really get into is the greatest stress reliever in the world. It's better than any drug on the market(or off, for that matter), it will help treat sadness, loneliness, feeling of inadequacy, and, as long as it's not a dangerous thing, contains no negative side effects.
So, how can you tell when you've really found your thing? Well, I've put together a few things I believe are the building block of what a thing consists of below.
Okay, for those of you whom I left to examine their thing, does it fit into the above list? Or, is there more to it for you? I'd love to hear from you, hear what your thing is and what words come to mind when you think of it. Or, maybe your not a word person, maybe your more visual. Than send me a picture of what relaxes you and helps you escape.
If you don't know, take a moment and try to think of that one thing you can zone into.
Have you got it?
If you do, examine your thing for a moment(yes, you may giggle).
If no, well, stop right here, don't read any further just yet, do not collect two-hundred dollars.
Your reading this either way aren't you?
Well, there's nothing I can do about it, but remember, I gave fair warning. There are spoilers ahead.
The most well kept secret in life is this:
Finding that one thing that you can really get into is the greatest stress reliever in the world. It's better than any drug on the market(or off, for that matter), it will help treat sadness, loneliness, feeling of inadequacy, and, as long as it's not a dangerous thing, contains no negative side effects.
So, how can you tell when you've really found your thing? Well, I've put together a few things I believe are the building block of what a thing consists of below.
- It does no real harm to you or anyone else. Of course, playing guitar causes some minor damage called calluses. But, hopefully those of you reading this have a fairly good grasp on what I mean by harm. I'm crossing my fingers here.
- It's something you think about doing even in the middle of the busiest day of your life.
- If it paid well enough, you'd do this thing for a living and be deliriously happy about it.
- Your thing makes you happy, even if your not smiling while doing it.
- You instantly feel the negative energy begin to flow out of you the instant your really zoned into your thing.
- And, finally, when you're into your thing, time has no real meaning. Hours may go by without you noticing.
Okay, for those of you whom I left to examine their thing, does it fit into the above list? Or, is there more to it for you? I'd love to hear from you, hear what your thing is and what words come to mind when you think of it. Or, maybe your not a word person, maybe your more visual. Than send me a picture of what relaxes you and helps you escape.
4:46 AM
characters, after they've made you believe the characters could, or have, existed.
Even if they are wizards, time travelers, dragons, three-headed aliens, dogs, or even time traveling wizards,
who fly on dragons, battling three-headed, alien dogs, you believe that they are real. Somehow, and
somewhere, they are more than just words on a page.
Every reader out there has read a book, at least once, that made them laugh out loud, cry, close the book
in frustration(just before opening it again a few minutes later), and every reader has been changed, in some
way, by a book they've read.
I don't care if you read romance, fantasy, horror, "classic" literature, or you're still jiving to Dr. Seuss. There
has been at least one moment, during that reading, that you've felt some small spark of emotion.
Many of us can even come to love books. I know that my wife and I have a hard time
going into a thrift store without leaving with at least a half a dozen books.
And, it is that same love of books that makes us cringe when we even imagine burning books.
But, enough of that talk. It makes me cringe to put those two words together.
So, what is your favorite book? Can you name just one? I know I can't.
I'm willing to take a swing at giving you my top three. And, if there are any of the three you haven't read,
I urge you to find the time to do so. And, no cheating here. If you've seen the movie, I'm sure you know
the outline. But, once again, I urge you to read the book instead. Otherwise, you have no idea
what you're missing out on.
Alright, let's get this thing started...
love of books, another for the authors, and a few others for characters I've loved, places I would visit,
and villain's that make me truly cringe.
You can find my book list on Shelfari HERE though, if you would like a glimpse inside my
book obsession.
And, as I always try to leave you, my readers with a mission. I encourage you to make a list of your own,
whether that be on Shelfari or in a notepad. It's a great way to look back at the books you've read, and
find a book, or a hundred, that you'd love to read again or suggest to a friend.
4:44 AM
Inspiration ?
Inspiration. This single thing, in many forms, drives us as human beings.
But, what is it exactly that drives inspiration in the modern world ?
There are so many different ideas, via words, pictures, songs...
Is that the source of the majority of modern inspiration ? Is it other
people that inspire more people, who inspire others ? Like a worldwide
pyramid scheme, aren't most of us leapfrogging off of others.
And, on the flip side of that, is there anything truly "original" left ?
That, of course, broadens out into how we think, act, even feel.
How much of our lives are we living either purposely, or on accident,
a certain way because we're constantly, consciously and unconsciously,
picking up on the things, and people, around us ?
Just some thought of mine(or are they?)
After reading this, and following me on Facebook HERE, I encourage
to look up a little research on this very topic in Mirror Nuerons.
4:43 AM
Boredom, What's that?
I remember when I was a kid, especially near the end of elementary school and throughout middle school, how often I would get just plain bored.
The internet was a new thing, just barely out of the box for public use, cell phones were something that only the rich could afford(and were massive), and computer games were just advancing out of being text based only.
There was even one point, during one hot summer vacation, that I remember complaining to my mother that I was going to die of boredom.
She sighed, and told me to find something to do.
So, I went up to my room and read a couple of books, did some drawing, then had a superb idea.
I ran downstairs, to my dad, and asked him if I could use his magnifying glass.
He got it for me, and I ran outside with a grin on my face.
Ants, of course, were the first victim of my magnifying glass, plus nice hot sun, escapades, but I grew bored with raining fire and brimstone down on those poor bastards, and started burning holes in sticks, leaves, and I even tried burning a hole through a rock(remember I was just a kid).
But, I got bored with that, and found myself in that place again.
Then it struck me, 'I bet I could set some of that dry grass in the corner of the yard on fire, using this magnifying glass'. It seemed like a revelation to me. Why hadn't I thought of it before. If I could burn things with it, why could I go a step further and harness the power of fire.
I melted a corner of my shoe, scared the hell out of my parents, and scorched a good 3 foot by 3 foot section of the yard that day, and got grounded for few days.
But, I'd figured out how to make fire using a simple magnifying glass.
What's the moral of this story(other than don't play with fire or... You know the rest)?
I guess it's simple really. Parents, caregivers, grandparents, etc. let kids get bored sometimes.
Let them use their imaginations, their natural creativity. Too often these days, kids don't get the chance to experience these wonderful side effects of boredom. They're on their cell phones or tablets(or yours), playing on the computer, making their way through a video game, watching television(or a streaming video service), or they're crying, begging, or bugging you about wanting to do one of the above.
Don't give in. Let them be bored. It's good to be bored sometimes. It will inspire reading, imagination, creativity, and they'll learn to come up with natural solutions to that boredom.
You may have to run outside, grab a hose, and put out a fire in your own front yard, or the like, but in between those things(and because they'll learn valuable lessons from those things), but they'll also learn how to entertain themselves, and grow up to be much more complete. They'll surprise you with how creative they can be, knock you off your feet with stories they've come up with on their own, learn how to act(through pretend fighting a whole contingent of monsters or crowning themselves queens of their own imaginary kingdoms), and most importantly, you may find out that it's good for kids to really be kids sometimes.
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