I'm feeling rather chipper, thank you for asking. The Groupie and I went for a bracing walk in (on?) Cannock Chase this afternoon. Got a bit muddy but good times - the sun shone for much of the time so I wore the precious Oakleys - said it before but it merits repetition - girls go crazy for a sharp-dressed man.
Anyway, what's this romanticism that's got hold of the Pig? Well may you ask - here we go:
Government has no rights; it is a delegation from several individuals for the purpose of securing their own. It is therefore just, only so far as it exists by their consent, useful only so far as it operates to their well-being.
Percy Byssche Shelley in the conduct of his private life may have had the morals of an alley cat, but that is the only regard in which he might be compared to Donald J. Trump. The quoted lines make up the first clause of Shelley's Declaration of Rights, coined in 1812. They are brilliant. We should trumpet them and act by them.
Now for some damned fine coffee - Machu Picchu since you ask. Reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three. See ya.
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