Washing The Car

Today is the first day of the rest of my life in which I started off saying that I don't know anything. Best to agree that ignorance is bliss rather than go along with any of the invariable theories of life that have no basis in reality. Better to see that NASCAR is stuck with old France-approved marketing methods than hope for a radically improved racing product. Time to drown my insight in fermentation and forget all I thought I knew. What I know would kill most of us and I want to live a little while longer blissfully unaware of the facts again. In other words, I want my childhood pre-disillusionment back.