Wise man once said…”I’d rather be a bridge builder than a dam maker.” …or something along that line. ️How’d you do that?
Wise man once said…”I’d rather be a bridge builder than a dam maker.” …or something along that line. ️How’d you do that?
Fucking A.I'm just happy to be alive and also able to fornicate raise my kids smoke a bowl of multiple different things if I choose and be my own boss. Can't be much better then that.
Privilege is a lottery for sure, as is misfortune. What you inherit materially, temperamentally, genetically, who's around you, where you live, when you live, who you meet, get to know, where you go...it's a lottery—to a baby, and a child...and to us adults. It's the same. We feel stuck, or some of us feel free. It can come and go in degrees. And our fates are just the same anyway.Beautiful outcome, i also consider fate and karma to be a big part of our destiny. I hate to point it out but you were and are fortunate to have come by such a job which was exactly what life intended and I'm not gonna say the "P" word but man to be in that situation was such a moment and to turn out in such a way a flip of a coin could have changed the entire situation "Luck" is also another variable. But like the lottery it only takes that 1 and you never will win if you don't play at all.
TestifyThere’s a big red maple tree in the front yard of my childhood home a half mile South of Bug Tussle.
I was born and raised in a family of Christians, only. We weren’t Protestant Christians, just Christians. It’s a South west Missouri hillbilly cult. There’s not many of us, we don’t recruit.
My mother took me out by that tree, the first day I got my World Book Encyclopedia set we all get the autumn we turn four.
She said look up and what do you see?
I said I see some people riding in a jet plane way up high, Mama.
She said I see it too. Do you have any questions about that?
I said what keeps them up there?
She said let’s go get your new World Books and see.
I am privileged beyond any kind of of measurement, born lucky beyond the ability of words to express, and I had nothing to do with it, I didn’t earn it, and no government policy can ever mandate it.
The 20 year old pretty girl singer at the J Bar H Rodeo in 1946, whose father owned 2,000 acres of bottomland and whose mother was a locally famous writer, and was engaged to a multi millionaire who owned a book publishing company, met a sharp dressed boy from Bug Tussle at the cafe where she waited tables.
He said here’s a quarter, could you please play some songs on the juke box you like?
He was engaged to a 6’ 4” blonde torch singer who was a Julliard School of Music graduate and a Music Professor at Drury College.
If Daddy hadn’t liked what she played on the juke box I would not be here.
And if he hadn’t been the sharpest dressed boy with flawless manners she had ever seen I’d not be here, either.
Xxxxx
I gave you a land on which you had not labored and cities that you had not built, and you dwell in them.
You eat the fruit of vineyards and olive orchards that you did not plant.’
Xxxxx
Those of us born to the manor blessed have a sacred duty to lift up those born lowly in the stables, and whose mothers were outcasts, on the road to Bethlehem.
Testify
Now I hear and read a lot about social division, and I know it's a real thing, especially in the U.S. right now. I don't sense it around me though, where I live. It's not like that here. This is Friendly Manitoba. The Empire is crumbling for sure, but Canada has a massive geographic advantage, like Russia. Anyway, I hope you guys can come up with an amicable two-state solution...
Always have, always will. So will the rest of the world. It's human nature to be distrustful of those "who do not look/speak/believe/think/etc. as we do" It's also natural to distrust/dislike or fear,"different.". Nothing has changed in tens of thousands of years. Unless the mods stay agile and attentive . . . such shows up here every so often. A lotta folks feel their beliefs/mores/etc to be superior to any other and therefore, refuse to encourage assimilation.It's true that we have a serious, and IMO, hopeless and irreparable, social division here,
Human nature has not changed. Technology is what has changed...radically changed.Nothing has changed in tens of thousands of years.
I'm going to interpret that as not specific to my comments, which were completely neutral. But since you're saying it in response to me...if that's how you perceive what I said, it's very sad.Unless the mods stay agile and attentive . . . such shows up here every so often.
Wow! I simply agreed with what I cited from your previous post. Unsure what you took from that. I did expand your "western world" to include the rest of the world. There was nothing personal in anything I wrote. I do wonder now, what triggered you to take that as a personal attack?But since you're saying it in response to me...if that's how you perceive what I said, it's very sad.
Just wasn't sure if your reference to bias (and such) was meant as an interpretation of my comments...I'm glad that's not the case. It's probably a tendency on my part of how I read your comments based on the many years here of the little episodes of sparring with you. Generally speaking our views tend to differ greatly.Wow! I simply agreed with what I cited from your previous post. Unsure what you took from that. I did expand your "western world" to include the rest of the world. There was nothing personal in anything I wrote. I do wonder now, what triggered you to take that as a personal attack?
I was specifically addressing the antisemitism which appeared a couple of years ago as well as some earlier stuff. We've all been reasonably well behaved, on the playground, for quite a while, suppressing our biases and such. But, only reasonably.
.There’s a big red maple tree in the front yard of my childhood home a half mile South of Bug Tussle.
I was born and raised in a family of Christians, only. We weren’t Protestant Christians, just Christians. It’s a South west Missouri hillbilly cult. There’s not many of us, we don’t recruit.
My mother took me out by that tree, the first day I got my World Book Encyclopedia set we all get the autumn we turn four.
She said look up and what do you see?
I said I see some people riding in a jet plane way up high, Mama.
She said I see it too. Do you have any questions about that?
I said what keeps them up there?
She said let’s go get your new World Books and see.
I am privileged beyond any kind of of measurement, born lucky beyond the ability of words to express, and I had nothing to do with it, I didn’t earn it, and no government policy can ever mandate it.
The 20 year old pretty girl singer at the J Bar H Rodeo in 1946, whose father owned 2,000 acres of bottomland and whose mother was a locally famous writer, and was engaged to a multi millionaire who owned a book publishing company, met a sharp dressed boy from Bug Tussle at the cafe where she waited tables.
He said here’s a quarter, could you please play some songs on the juke box you like?
He was engaged to a 6’ 4” blonde torch singer who was a Julliard School of Music graduate and a Music Professor at Drury College.
If Daddy hadn’t liked what she played on the juke box I would not be here.
And if he hadn’t been the sharpest dressed boy with flawless manners she had ever seen I’d not be here, either.
Xxxxx
I gave you a land on which you had not labored and cities that you had not built, and you dwell in them.
You eat the fruit of vineyards and olive orchards that you did not plant.’
Xxxxx
Those of us born to the manor blessed have a sacred duty to lift up those born lowly in the stables, and whose mothers were outcasts, on the road to Bethlehem.
A lucky few of us had mothers who sang like angels over our cribs.
(My mother was much better, than Jenny Lou Carson , she had better time and a greater range.)
Privilege is a lottery for sure, as is misfortune. What you inherit materially, temperamentally, genetically, who's around you, where you live, when you live, who you meet, get to know, where you go...it's a lottery—to a baby, and a child...and to us adults. It's the same. We feel stuck, or some of us feel free. It can come and go in degrees. And our fates are just the same anyway.
But "privilege" is a dirty word if it's being thrown in your face, just like "Juden" could be. It's unpragmatic, as long as we wish to be civil. That's the Canadian talking.
Now I hear and read a lot about social division, and I know it's a real thing, especially in the U.S. right now. I don't sense it around me though, where I live. It's not like that here. This is Friendly Manitoba. The Empire is crumbling for sure, but Canada has a massive geographic advantage, like Russia. Anyway, I hope you guys can come up with an amicable two-state solution before it comes to serious blows, or some dumbass American Napolean, or Hitler decides to test his fate in the Great White North. We're ready. Bring it on. Our beavers will build their dams with your bones while we dine on poutine and a double double.