A couple of years ago I watched a mob of paid protesters on television.
They were walking and jumping up and down on a city street.
Funny. Whatever happened to sit in’s, shouting, screaming, rocks or lighting cars on fire?
Jumping up and down?
Who writes all these self-help articles I’ve noticed on the web?
Did they all attend the same school?
Maybe it’s the same person with different pen names.
Who knows. They all seem the same.
Can someone explain to me what ‘mindfulness’ is?
I used to think it meant to be mindful of another person.
Or be mindful not to step in that hole in the middle of the road.
I don’t know.
Am I suppose to be mindful of what I think.
If that’s the case, I need to work on my thoughts of revenge, mayhem or hurting another person when they do something childish.
Oh good, the chores are all done, no work, a sunny day.
Time to waste a little time. Nothing to do, nowhere to go.
Let’s look at Facebook and see what everybody’s up to. Some funny posts, some sad.
Gotta get something done though, time is slipping away.
Let’s read some junk emails. They really are piling up.
The Nigerians are at it again. “You have been selected to receive 20 billion dollars.”
Is it really free today?
With the passing of the leader of the Westboro Baptist Church leader a few years back, it got me to thinking.
Is our freedom of speech really free?
I know the law says no one is allowed to stand up in a crowded theater and yell fire. But is our right to free speech be eroded and diminished to the point of stopping free expression?
Here’s the case in point. I did not do it but I would have stood beside the Westboro people to defend their right to say what they wanted to.
Abortion is a good thing.
It’s a good idea if you follow the theory of Thomas Malthus:
“A man who is born into a world possessed, if he cannot get subsistence from his parents, on which he has a just demand, and if society does not want his labour, has no claim of right of the smallest portion of food, and in fact, has no business to be where he is.
At Nature’s mighty feast there is no vacant cover for him. She tells him to be gone . . .”
Or if you follow the school of Ebenezer Scrooge.
You know, the mean guy at Christmas time.
‘If they would rather die,’ said Scrooge, ‘they had better do it, and decrease the surplus population.
Yesterday I sat and watched people at the local mall.
Everyone either had a cell phone in their hands or one up to their ear.
Couples sat together playing on their phones instead of talking to each other. Continue reading
Ever crave eggnog after Christmas? Lemonade in February?
How about a big slice of mincemeat pie in March or July?
Not gonna happen. Unless I find an online website with free shipping and wait three weeks.