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Dr. Polyphemous Pangloss and Dr. T.S. Murphy-Sullivan sat down for dinner at La Pampa. They both ordered steaks and a bottle of wine. Eating and drinking they both do well. Shooting the shit comes naturally.

Pangloss: What's wrong with your blog?"
T.S.: It's not loading art. Don't ask me why. Problems are part of the process. These sites usually correct themselves, but glitches can be bitches. I had a story on The Murphy Report as part of my Guatemala series and when I posted it, two-thirds of the article and the photograph were gone. I hate having to rewrite shit, but that's one of the realities of blogging. You never know when the internet is in one of its fickle moods.
Pangloss: Over the last months your fellow bloggers have been hard on you. From being for sale to being a blatant racist, from being a coward to being an author of porno, they have been unsparing in their criticisms. But you've been in the ring for decades and these attacks are nothing more than glancing blows.
T.S.: When somebody tags you, pain is pain. It hurts, but it's good to get a taste of your own medicine. With my experience, you shake it off. Trump has taught us a new reality: Every day is a crisis. I don't lose any sleep when one of my colleagues delivers a rabbit punch. It's all part of the give-and-take of this calling. You like blogging and writing and you wouldn't have it any other way. But never believe that free speech is free. There is a price and it can be high. Socrates, the greatest thinker we have known, was commanded by the state to commit suicide for expressing his views.
Pangloss: But don't you run out of ideas?
T.S.: There is nothing more inspiring than a blank page. Like a painter who looks at his white canvas and draws his first stroke across its surface, I am inspired when I begin my first sentence and that tiny snowball turns into an avalanche.
Pangloss: Keep up the good work. I appreciate your efforts.
T:S.: It's fun and sometimes you surprise yourself with your own creations. That's a thrill and thrills can be addicting.

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