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Who Has Time?

If ever you meander around the web like I do, it has to have struck you by now. Who has time for all this crap? Seriously, think about it. The Internet today is polluted with tons of pure crap. Crap that someone has to take the time to think up and take the time and effort to publish. Then, someone, some woeful someone, has to come by and look at it. If no one looked at it, it wouldn't exist. If no one cared that someone's dog does naughty things to the mailman, or perhaps visa versa, then no one would bother putting this crap online. In the end, that is our legacy isn't it. Not the Internet, but what's on it just as the legacy of a chef isn't the meal they prepare but how good it tastes. Believe me, the Internet is a sour pill today, which leaves me with just one question: Who has time?

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