If you want to understand anyone, you must start at the beginning to understand what formed them and what made them who they are today. This is your Sunday Sermonette.
Make of it what you will. But it explains a great deal.
Didn't we all have a day, or week, or semester like that back in the day. As a matter of fact, he is just like that kid running for student counsel, who promises candy machines in the hallways, longer breaks between classes, etc.
(…I know, they actually have candy machines in the hallways now - see, they're taking over.)
This blog has many elements and depending on your interests, may pique your imagination...or not. I urge you to be unreasonable. Reasonable people adapt themselves to the world. The unreasonable persist in trying to adapt the world to themselves, therefore all progress depends on unreasonable people. The more unreasonable you are, the more likely you are to enjoy this blog. All men dream, but not equally.
If you're a socialist or a Marxist, you'll find that I poke fun at your absurd notions of "good government" on a regular basis. So you might not wish to follow this blog because you'll be offended.
John Locke said, "One unerring mark of the love of truth is not entertaining any proposition with greater assurance than the proofs it is built upon will warrant." I like what Locke said. We can't theorize without adequate information because when we do we inevitably twist facts to suit theories rather than theories to suit facts. In this blog and in my life, I try to maintain this perspective.
Either you believe in our essential spark of shared divinity, or you succumb to our human insecurity. Either way your conscience lets you slice it, the main thing is to earnestly do what is right at the time.
Today, I balance work and play as much as anyone can. All things remaining equal, play is more important. Life is short - it's important to make every day count for something, if only to yourself.
I'm a former tinker/tailor/soldier/sailor who has now decided that maybe it really wasn't all done for nothing.
Tits, Tiramisu, & Treviso
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On a recent trip to Treviso, I stumbled upon everything from fairytale
fountains with a cheeky twist to the birthplace of tiramisu. Between
wandering anc...
Poundmaker's 2019 Powwow
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Wow, it's hard to believe I've neglected my blog for so long. I haven't
even shared photos of our annual Powwow yet and this was back in August.
I'll sh...
A rose by any other name...
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I've been busier than ever. And yet somehow, I still manage to find the
time to stare out of a window or become distracted with all the (hilarious)
meme's ...
Grateful That It Wasn't Worse
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We got home from the hospital this afternoon... exhausted. Yesterday
(Monday) I had to undergo a hastily scheduled surgery on my replacement
shoulder afte...
Am I Missing Something...
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John Podesta's emails.
The Russian's hacked the election. They "hacked" into the Democratic
National Committee's computers. And they got...one guy's emails...
4 comments:
Gee, what a surprise. You may have a hell of a tax bill this year.
That's how it's done in the Worker's Paradise, WoFat.
Didn't we all have a day, or week, or semester like that back in the day. As a matter of fact, he is just like that kid running for student counsel, who promises candy machines in the hallways, longer breaks between classes, etc.
(…I know, they actually have candy machines in the hallways now - see, they're taking over.)
Yep. That was blatantly obvious when Obama called himself a community organizer. Funny thing, Stalin also called himself a community organizer....
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