At long last, you have found your voice, Jeremiah. Proust! Moreover, your site has developed beyond my most ambitious imagination, The spinning wheels of this Maserati has covered me with dust and choked me with smoke.
I have been too threatened to consult Oriste for some time, fearing yet another breathtaking development.

Here, however, I believe you’ve stumbled. First you trash Greek upbringing, then (volte face!), you appeal to the Greek family to sort the mess out. It seems to me that you’ve read a bit of Sophocles and Aeschylus. And you’re relying on the family! Families make fools of us all.

There is more too it than that, I know. Truly, my friend, you suffer from not listening to the Oracle at Delphi. You are, indeed, the wisest man I know.

Then again, I live in a nation led by puppets attached to puppets attached to yet more puppets. It’s just one massive tangled cat’s cradle of strings.

Tom