In the world of politics, there are dolphins and there are sharks. Tex Enemark was a dolphin. Not that Tex wasn't above wielding a sharp elbow now and then. Every dolphin learns that the ocean is full of other bad fish who would happily filet the likes of him for dinner. But he knew the secret of being a successful dolphin. He learned to swim with sharks. And he did so with aplomb. He used his affable nature to disarm. He cajoled. He wined. He dined. He laughed, and laughed and laughed. Because Tex had one rare piece in his DNA often even missing in dolphins. He was pure of heart. A golden child with hair to match, a big man with hard hands who enjoyed sinking ships in the waters around British Columbia, to attract marine life, and allow grown up boys like him to dive around looking at stuff like a character in a Stephen King novel, pretending to be in search of doubloons. I'm sure he was laughing through his pain at the comments when he first posted the...
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