In which the middle-aged Peacenik mouths off about War Drones--and all the other things that make him cranky. Pnorny!
Mr Mahatma--who is a Mr in real life--lives in the valleys of Southern California with his wife, a herd of Dears, and an impressive collection of books. He is reachable at: littlemrmahatma@yahoo.com
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Kobe scores a million. Shaq's team wins the game. Said it before, the wrong guy got traded. Shaq may be slow and fat but he's big and irreplaceable. Kobe is replaceable. Given the choice, wouldn't you'd rather have had Shaq, Karl, and Phil instead of Kobe?
