Yesterday, Facebook wanted me to identify a hobby. I wrote AGITATING PUBLIC OFFICIALS. Facebook responded THAT HOBBY IS NOT CURRENTLY AVAILABLE.
In response to the sheriff problem in Los Angeles I have written:
Being anti something is safer than being for. You may not like what you’re for, but you won’t know what you’re missing when you don’t get. See? It’s all about risk. And some people are just naturally risk-averse. Others are so dense, they act without thinking. Which is better? Acting without thinking, because somebody is sure to bail you out, if you make a mistake. So, nature favors instinctive behavior.
Proselytizing is condescending. Making it a condition of food and shelter is vile. The Constitution tasks the secular state with “providing for the general welfare” and exempts establishments of religion from all responsibility. By categorizing the exclusion of such organizations as “freedom of religion” we ignore that the founders had a long history of religious efforts to manage comunities to refer to and determined that arrangement did not work. Beter to rely on individuals to define their needs and request assistance.
Exclusivity is a marketing ploy. Imagine paying $650 for three days of access to visit the eroding beaches all Georgians used to visit for free! Way to pimp Mother Nature!
And for what? To hobnob with a bunch of political has-beens?
I need a new word for certificates of debt or IOUs. Arrogating CD for certificate of deposit was clever. Many people are averse to debt, so it is best not to talk about it. It used to be that “money” was tabu. But, that word has now been rehabilitated, in part because the word says nothing about the nature of what it references. A quantified debt. How can that be characterized to convey both the relationship and its dimension?
Is that what afflicts the ex-men? Compulsion. Does that explain the prevalence of exhibition, exposure, exploitation and even exclusion. A cost-free psychic high?The brain’s assignment over night? What kind of ridicule would work best to stump the Dude.
On the shore at Sea Island. While the tracks will disappear with the next tide, the sands, compressed by heavy equipment, won’t be supporting organisms for some time. It’s no wonder the dunes never regenerate.