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If the goals are limitless -- if I can set some serious crush-my-enemies, see-them-driven-before-me, hear-the-lamentation-of-their-women, put-Grover-Norquist-and-everyone-like-him-on-a-one-way-rocketship-to-Pluto, rub-Aladdin's-lamp-and-make-anything-happen kinds of goals -- I'd consider the 18 months.
But eighteen months can go like _that_. Hell, I can't believe it's June already, and that's just THIS year. Gimme the fifty.
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