>>Sorry but this conference is a creditable action by these three who took over when the last remaining US VFP conference was about to end. They kept it going until now. There is no victim.
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>>If people don't want to spend on the conference and prefer to wait for free material, your wishes will come true: the "hoarding" will end because the conference center won't hold the booking without commitment by July 2. If people do want to spend, then as you say, digital stuff is not used up just because somebody presents it at a conference in Arizona. Afterwards it's just as "free" for your use as it ever was. So what then needs to happen is for somebody (you?) to prevent the "genocide" by taking action. Otherwise it's just as the Elizabethan Nursery Rhyme says:
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>>A man of words and not of deeds
>>Is like a garden full of weeds
>>And when the weeds begin to grow
>>It's like a garden full of snow
>>And when the snow begins to fall
>>It's like a bird upon the wall
>>And when the bird away does fly
>>It's like an eagle in the sky
>>And when the sky begins to roar
>>It's like a lion at the door
>>And when the door begins to crack
>>It's like a stick across your back
>>And when your back begins to smart
>>It's like a penknife in your heart
>>And when your heart begins to bleed
>>You're dead, and dead, and dead indeed.
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>Not sure what that has to do with SW Fox, but cute ;-)
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>One of the most recent books I read, and admired greatly, was "The Yellow Birds" by Kevin Powers. It was a finalist for the National Book Award. The title, which sounds a little ethereal, is explained in the prologue. It is from an Army marching song.
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>A yellow bird with a yellow bill
>Perched upon my windowsill
>I lured him in with a piece of bread
>And then I smashed his f*****g head
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>Back to SW Fox, I just made the decision to go. It has been eons since I attended a FoxPro conference so it will be good to see some old friends.

Hmm.. I wonder which came first?
My wife had a book children's verse that included this one:

Time to Rise
by Robert Louis Stevenson

A birdie with a yellow bill
Hopped upon my window sill,
Cocked his shining eye and said:
"Ain't you 'shamed, you sleepy-head!"