Friday, 4 November 2011
Ignorance is not actually bliss. It’s the great affordance of artificial self-esteem.
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Ok, Sed,
I got nothin'. I know the 2T stimulus package that passed with no opposition, save for that lone Libertarian Republican's protests, was a corporate giveaway and the $1200 was cheese in a political trap. I know the Democrats are not an opposition party, that they do theater while (always) agreeing with Republicans on the Big Things. When it comes to things like War and trade agreements and big measures like this, both parties magically agree.
So now I got nothin'. We are two, maybe three weeks away from chaotic fallout, amid the start of a 2nd Great Depression.
So my question to you is: What does our Dust Bowl look like? How can we get out of this mess, in your view?
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A Miser had buried his gold in a secret place in his garden. Every day he went to the spot, dug up the treasure and counted it piece by piece to make sure it was all there. He made so many trips that a Thief, who had been observing him, guessed what it was The Miser had hidden, and one night quietly dug up the treasure and made off with it.
When The Miser discovered his loss, he was overcome with grief and despair. He groaned and cried and tore his hair.
A passerby heard his cries and asked what had happened.
“My gold! O my gold!” cried The Miser, wildly, “someone has robbed me!”
“Your gold! There in that hole? Why did you put it there? Why did you not keep it in the house where you could easily get it when you had to buy things?”
“Buy!” screamed The Miser angrily. “Why, I never touched the gold. I couldn’t think of spending any of it.”
The stranger picked up a large stone and threw it into the hole.
“If that is the case,” he said, “cover up that stone. It is worth just as much to you as the treasure you lost!”
Take that, subspace.
