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Something about Robert

Based on the suppositional supposition that Robert is not going to be with us for that much longer (which I disagree with by the way, he’s too cussed to die anytime soon), there are some things I need to tell you that he’s too busy to do.

He knows that part of the record he’s supposed to be leaving is a list of all the books he’s ever read, just to show you that you can be a motor head and a water rat and an Ivy League second story man, and still know something about everything that is and was and has ever been written. Why it falls to me to tell you —- no matter how much he has read —- he has read 10 times as much in every possible discipline but medicine, chemistry, and atheistic apologia.

Here’s the deal. My husband has had 5 blogs, including a stint at Facebook. The one thing that unites them is that since his monumental presence at instapunk.com, no one has ever taken him on. He’s read everything, he knows everything, he has written everything and they’re all intimidated. He hasn’t had a good argument in 10 years.

He has shared his insights in true multi-media – words, numbers, images, and voices. He is always right and is always the smartest man in the room {which can be proved at another post). What probably none of you understand is that he is tired.

When you’ve proven all the points, explained all the history, know what has been and will be, you ask yourself how can I fight longer and who will ever know.

No one. You are lost. He’s still writing for the ones who will come after.