It's Google Eve and the world is filled with exuberant pessimism. I'm strangely cheered, however. What more can they do to me? What fresh humiliation can they visit upon my corpus delicti? Whatever happens - blowout? blowup? - GOOG goes lower.
Is Fred Hickey to be vindicated, at last?
Well, then, I'll stand in line to give him his due, saying, "Fred, my boy, you're a better man than I am!"