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Donut Warmth Counteracts Global Cooling

Dear Members and Constituents,
How are you holding-up in the single digit weather? When it gets this cold, I find that the sign in front of the number (+ or -) is not all that meaningful to me. No matter how you spin it, it's cold! Almost makes me whish hibernation were an option. On the bright side, climate engineering –be it at home, our vehicles or places of work—makes it possible for us to spend most of the day comfortably oblivious to the brutal conditions outside. That’s why I’m delighted our planet's leaders are in Copenhagen this very moment discussing climate engineering on a larger scale. By the way, do you think there is a hidden agenda behind the fact this conference happens in the winter? I mean… seriously, it’s like holding a convention to end world hunger at a liposuction clinic or a gathering of vegetarians at Burger King. Whatever our fearless leaders’ motives or timing, they’re there. Better late than never, I say.

Speaking of which, John Schoder (donut boy) had some paternal duties to tend to this morning which prevented his timely arrival. But, arrived he has. He brings with him a delightful selection of LaMar’s donuts. So, come on down and grab them while they’re hot (figuratively, not literally). They’ll warm your heart.

Happy Friday!

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