Quoth my man Emerson: "A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds."
Reminds me of those two octogenarian Japanese soldiers who supposedly tottered out of the jungle recently unaware the war was over. Guess their ammo finally ran out.
It's fine, of course, if Ralph wants to fart around with typewriter ribbons, but I wish he'd knock off running for president. What a way to wind up -- the Harold Stassen of progressive politics.
Carl