The carbon tax is a joke.Yeah I may have taxed you a bit. Sorry about that. Anyway, I get that you're not a real ghostdancer. It's not like your tying off for the last time in the cow shed, listening to the big animals deep soft breathing and drifting slowly out to sea. Not real ghostdancing.
More like a fake cotton candy-colored plume ghostdancer, with a naugahyde breech cloth and jingle bell anklets. Shaking it hard for chump change from stingy tourists drinking watered down margaritas outside the Palace of the Govenors on a hot August day. That kind of ghostdancer.
But you Sound Right and that's the Key Thing.
You're a smart guy. You can see the cards.