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I stopped doing something last nite because it's wrong.
And not because I got caught.
  I can't say what it is because it falls in way under
statute of limitations difficulties, and all that jazz.
Rest assured it's far less heinous than something a Richard
Nixxon or a Bill Clinton or even a Madeline Albright has done.
But I'd like to point out that since I'm stopping for the
opposite reason; it makes me (at least appear, right? - 'a 'cause
who's to judge?) a far better person than Nixxon et al.
  I found out this morning that I WASN'T caught and my first
thought was that I could easily go on doing this. So I must
confess - deep down and dirty, I'm probably almost as "evil"
as old Nixxon. But my very next thought was just that... how
I'm almost as orn'ry as Nixxon. The next thought was that I
really should stop because it's wrong and not because I almost
got caught!
  How FREEing. How emPOWERing. You don't know what a warm,
happy feeling I have all over from it. It almost redeems
everything. All is right with the world for one moment. Makes
me want to agree that the Mother Earth SHOULDN'T have popped
last month over Y2K and kicked us all off it. 'Cause you know
  
         "Does it hurt that the reform party
         doesn't really stand for anything?"
    -- just something I overheard on NPR this moment.
       Sorry. "Traina' thawt:" thunkit wuz important.

            ...cause you know that's how I've felt since ten
years ago. OK, longer. Since 1984 when my dad died of an asthma
type disease that resurfaced for the first time since trench
warfare during WWI. I had just a little trouble forgiving back
then, didn't I? Yeah, I transferred anything environmentally
devastating to "hey, you killed my father."
  You know, drive a cadillac? You're evil. Paper in the garbage
when you could recycle just as easy? Schmuck. Eating a big old
delicious beefburger? (If I were catholic...) Cross myself and
do that bornagain double index finger-protection-thing sucking
"th's" thru my teeth to make that "you're an antichrist" noise.
  Well maybe I'm over all that. If YOU'RE doing something wrong
who gives a rat's pass, that's your trip. I can do things based
on right and wrong rather than someone-might-catch me. Wow. what
a concept.
  Suddenly at 35 years old, I realize...
      
  I'm no longer a little kid!