Speaking of fish, blue or otherwise, isn't there a hackneyed but still popular saying, "If you give a man a fish, you feed him for a day. But if you give him a fishing rod, you feed him for a lifetime." Perhaps that is why I share your love of VL. Its my fishing pole. Or not. Were I a poet I might speak here of freedom instead of fishes, of riding a bike without a helmet, or driving a car without a seatbelt, or even of the lady who nursed after having a beer. The folks who have let Gates buy their minds can't understand why we are not in jail. With them. But we are not. I'm going to have to get out a Black's Law dictionary ( preferably pre-1938) to help me figure out the meaning of what you just declared.