The Top 40: Comment on Dear Class of 2014: Thanks for Not Disinviting Me:
I was not born for comfort,
I was not born to be a bore.
I was born for reasons still unknown,
Perhaps to be unique, to seek and soar.
Saturday, May 17, 2014
Friday, May 16, 2014
The Carbon Dating Game
The Carbon Dating Game: Here's how tree-ring dating works: A core-drill is used to get a small portion of the width of a tree, then the rings of the tree are counted. Each ring is supposed to count as a year, so if they count 100 rings, then the tree is supposed to be 100 years old.
This, however, ASSUMES the rings are "annual." That has never been proven. In fact, many trees throughout the world have been demonstrated to produce more than one ring per year.
(See: Dr. Gerald E. Aardsma, "Tree-Rings Dating and Multiple Growth Ring Per Year," Creation Research Journal [CRSQ], Vol. 29, No. 4, March, 1993)
This, however, ASSUMES the rings are "annual." That has never been proven. In fact, many trees throughout the world have been demonstrated to produce more than one ring per year.
(See: Dr. Gerald E. Aardsma, "Tree-Rings Dating and Multiple Growth Ring Per Year," Creation Research Journal [CRSQ], Vol. 29, No. 4, March, 1993)
Thursday, May 15, 2014
The Top 40: Comment on Islam's War on Women Rolls On
The Top 40: Comment on Islam's War on Women Rolls On
Churchill
votaries! Besides the fanatical frenzy, which is as dangerous in a man
as hydrophobia in a dog, there is this fearful fatalistic apathy. The
effects are apparent in many countries. Improvident habits, slovenly
systems of agriculture, sluggish methods of commerce, and insecurity of
property exist wherever the followers of the Prophet rule or live. A
degraded sensualism deprives this life of its grace and refinement; the
next of its dignity and sanctity. The fact that in Mohammedan law every
woman must belong to some man as his absolute property, either as a
child, a wife, or a concubine, must delay the final extinction of
slavery until the faith of Islam has ceased to be a great power among
men. Individual Moslems may show splendid qualities - but the influence
of the religion paralyses the social development of those who follow it.
No stronger retrograde force exists in the world. Far from being
moribund, Mohammedanism is a militant and proselytizing faith. It has
already spread throughout Central Africa, raising fearless warriors at
every step; and were it not that Christianity is sheltered in the strong
arms of science, the science against which it had vainly struggled, the
civilisation of modern Europe might fall, as fell the civilisation of
ancient Rome.”
Sir Winston Churchill, from The River War, first edition, Vol. II, pages 248-50 (London: Longmans, Green & Co., 1899).
Churchill
Comments: Islam's War on Women Rolls On
“How dreadful are the curses which Mohammedanism lays on itsvotaries! Besides the fanatical frenzy, which is as dangerous in a man
as hydrophobia in a dog, there is this fearful fatalistic apathy. The
effects are apparent in many countries. Improvident habits, slovenly
systems of agriculture, sluggish methods of commerce, and insecurity of
property exist wherever the followers of the Prophet rule or live. A
degraded sensualism deprives this life of its grace and refinement; the
next of its dignity and sanctity. The fact that in Mohammedan law every
woman must belong to some man as his absolute property, either as a
child, a wife, or a concubine, must delay the final extinction of
slavery until the faith of Islam has ceased to be a great power among
men. Individual Moslems may show splendid qualities - but the influence
of the religion paralyses the social development of those who follow it.
No stronger retrograde force exists in the world. Far from being
moribund, Mohammedanism is a militant and proselytizing faith. It has
already spread throughout Central Africa, raising fearless warriors at
every step; and were it not that Christianity is sheltered in the strong
arms of science, the science against which it had vainly struggled, the
civilisation of modern Europe might fall, as fell the civilisation of
ancient Rome.”
Sir Winston Churchill, from The River War, first edition, Vol. II, pages 248-50 (London: Longmans, Green & Co., 1899).
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Stop Being Black � Taxicab Depressions
Stop Being Black � Taxicab Depressions
Another night I was driving Dante home again, talking politics and
current events, and somehow race got injected into the discussion,
though I don’t recall the context. Dante said to me, “What are you,
man?”
I wasn’t sure what he meant, and I said, “A taxi driver?”
“No, man… what are you?”
I still wasn’t following him. “A conservative?”
“No, man, what ARE you?”
I thought for a moment and I said, “An American? A father? A husband?
A taxpayer? An artist?” Dante was shaking his head. “I dunno what you
are asking. What are you?”
Dante said, “I’m a black man.”
I was a little taken aback… Dante seemed truly surprised that I
didn’t self-identify by race. I said, “So fucking what? We are both men…
we are both Americans… why would you lock yourself in a prison of skin?
Why do you view the world through the prism of skin color? Why would
you let something that superficial stand in the way of making a better
life for you and your babies? You talk like you have some physical
disability, like you were born without legs or something. Black men have
risen to the top of every field in America… why not you? Does your
black skin somehow prevent you from being Head Chef, or even owning your
own restaurant, if you work for it? Tell me you don’t really believe
that bullshit, Dante…”
Dante just said something like, “I don’t know, man…” but he seemed
very thoughtful as he got out of the car. I don’t think a white man had
ever spoken to him like that before. I regret that I haven’t seen Dante
since… I hope he landed a better job, and that’s why I don’t see him
anymore.
After he got out of the car, I asked myself, Why don’t you self-identify as a white man?
And the response came to me almost instantaneously: Because I wasn’t raised that way.
Racism is a learned behavior.
Another night I was driving Dante home again, talking politics and
current events, and somehow race got injected into the discussion,
though I don’t recall the context. Dante said to me, “What are you,
man?”
I wasn’t sure what he meant, and I said, “A taxi driver?”
“No, man… what are you?”
I still wasn’t following him. “A conservative?”
“No, man, what ARE you?”
I thought for a moment and I said, “An American? A father? A husband?
A taxpayer? An artist?” Dante was shaking his head. “I dunno what you
are asking. What are you?”
Dante said, “I’m a black man.”
I was a little taken aback… Dante seemed truly surprised that I
didn’t self-identify by race. I said, “So fucking what? We are both men…
we are both Americans… why would you lock yourself in a prison of skin?
Why do you view the world through the prism of skin color? Why would
you let something that superficial stand in the way of making a better
life for you and your babies? You talk like you have some physical
disability, like you were born without legs or something. Black men have
risen to the top of every field in America… why not you? Does your
black skin somehow prevent you from being Head Chef, or even owning your
own restaurant, if you work for it? Tell me you don’t really believe
that bullshit, Dante…”
Dante just said something like, “I don’t know, man…” but he seemed
very thoughtful as he got out of the car. I don’t think a white man had
ever spoken to him like that before. I regret that I haven’t seen Dante
since… I hope he landed a better job, and that’s why I don’t see him
anymore.
After he got out of the car, I asked myself, Why don’t you self-identify as a white man?
And the response came to me almost instantaneously: Because I wasn’t raised that way.
Racism is a learned behavior.
What Good Shall I Do This Day? | The Art of Manliness
What Good Shall I Do This Day? | The Art of Manliness: It’s the 1970s. A 30-something man makes his way across the Golden Gate Bridge. He’s passed by pedestrians and cyclists, and steps around tourists taking pictures of Alcatraz, Angel Island, and the channel of water below that runs between San Francisco Bay and the Pacific Ocean. He gazes up at the reddish-orange towers soaring above, and then climbs over the bridge’s four-foot safety railing. He steps out onto a 32-inch wide beam known as “the chord,” pauses, takes one last long look out at the bay, and then jumps. His body plummets 220 feet and violently hits the water at 75 mph. The impact breaks his ribs, snaps his vertebrae, and pulverizes his internal organs and brain. The Coast Guard soon arrives to recover his limp, lifeless body.
When the medical examiner later located and searched the jumper’s sparse apartment, he found a note the man had written and left on his bureau. It read:
“I’m going to walk to the bridge. If one person smiles at me on the way, I will not jump.”
When the medical examiner later located and searched the jumper’s sparse apartment, he found a note the man had written and left on his bureau. It read:
“I’m going to walk to the bridge. If one person smiles at me on the way, I will not jump.”
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
70 Hip Surgeons and Specialists to Know
70 Hip Surgeons and Specialists to Know: William Long, MD (Dorr Arthritis Institute, Los Angeles). Dr. Long is a trauma and total joint reconstruction surgeon at the Dorr Arthritis Institute at Good Samaritan Hospital. He is currently a member of the American Academy of Orthopaedic Surgeons and the California Orthopaedic Association. In addition to his clinical practice, Dr. Long is completing research on topics such as metal-on-metal hip replacement, hip replacement in young patients and computer-assisted knee replacement. He earned his medical degree from the University of California, San Diego School of Medicine and completed his residency at the former King/Drew Medical Center in Los Angeles. Dr. Long's additional training includes a fellowship in arthritis and joint replacement with the Kerlan-Jobe Orthopaedic Clinic in Los Angeles and the USC Center for Arthritis and Joint Implant Surgery at University Hospital.
70 Hip Surgeons and Specialists to Know
70 Hip Surgeons and Specialists to Know: Joel Matta, MD (Saint John's Health Center, Santa Monica, Calif.). Dr. Matta is founder and director of the Hip & Pelvis Institute at Saint John's Health Center. He has previously served as founder and director of the Anterior Total Hip Arthroplasty Collaborative and director of The Emile Letournel Institute in Santa Monica. Dr. Matta is a member of several professional organizations, including The Hip Society. During his career, Dr. Matta has also been involved in research related to hip surgery and replacement. His most recently published articles are on topics such as acetabulum fractures in older patients, the simultaneous bilateral supine anterior approach to total hip arthroplasty and the table-skeletal fixation as an adjunct to pelvic ring reduction. Dr. Matta has designed orthopedic instrumentation and implants, such as the Matta Pelvic System for pelvic and acetabular plating. Dr. Matta earned his medical degree from the Oregon Health & Science University in Portland.
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Confessions of a Public Defender | American Renaissance
Confessions of a Public Defender | American Renaissance: However, my experience has also taught me that blacks are different by almost any measure to all other people. They cannot reason as well. They cannot communicate as well. They cannot control their impulses as well. They are a threat to all who cross their paths, black and non-black alike.
I do not know the solution to this problem. I do know that it is wrong to deceive the public. Whatever solutions we seek should be based on the truth rather than what we would prefer was the truth. As for myself, I will continue do my duty to protect the rights of all who need me.
Prejudice?
I do not know the solution to this problem. I do know that it is wrong to deceive the public. Whatever solutions we seek should be based on the truth rather than what we would prefer was the truth. As for myself, I will continue do my duty to protect the rights of all who need me.
Prejudice?
Friday, May 09, 2014
The Civil War . The War . Historical Documents . Sullivan Ballou Letter | PBS
The Civil War . The War . Historical Documents . Sullivan Ballou Letter | PBS
My very dear Sarah:
The indications are very strong that we shall move in
a few days—perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not
be able to write again, I feel impelled to write a few
lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no
more . . .
I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in
the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does
not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization
now leans on the triumph of the Government and how great
a debt we owe to those who went before us through the
blood and sufferings of the Revolution. And I am willing—perfectly
willing—to lay down all my joys in this life,
to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt
. . .
Sarah my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind
me with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could
break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like
a strong wind and bears me unresistibly on with all
these chains to the battle field.
The memories of the blissful moments I have spent
with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified
to God and to you that I have enjoyed them for so long.
And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes
the hopes of future years, when, God willing, we might
still have lived and loved together, and seen our sons
grown up to honorable manhood, around us. I have, I
know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence,
but something whispers to me—perhaps it is the
wafted prayer of my little Edgar, that I shall return
to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not my dear Sarah,
never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath
escapes me on the battle field, it will whisper your
name. Forgive my many faults and the many pains I have
caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have often
times been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears
every little spot upon your happiness . . .
But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this
earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall
always be near you; in the gladdest days and in the
darkest nights . . . always, always, and if there be
a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath,
as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall
be my spirit passing by. Sarah do not mourn me dead;
think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet
again . . .
Sullivan Ballou was killed a week later at the first
Battle of Bull Run, July 21, 1861.
Born March 28, 1829 in Smithfield, R.I., Ballou was
educated at Phillips Academy in Andover, Mass.; Brown
University in Providence, R.I. and the National Law
School in Ballston, N.Y. He was admitted to the Rhode
Island Bar in 1853.
Ballou devoted his brief life to public service. He
was elected in 1854 as clerk of the Rhode Island House
of Representatives, later serving as its speaker.
He married Sarah Hart Shumway on October 15, 1855, and
the following year saw the birth of their first child,
Edgar. A second son, William, was born in 1859.
Ballou immediately entered the military in 1861 after
the war broke out. He became judge advocate of the Rhode
Island militia and was 32 at the time of his death at
the first Battle of Bull Run on July 21, 1861.
When he died, his wife was 24. She later moved to New
Jersey to live out her life with her son, William, and
never re-married. She died at age 80 in 1917.
Sullivan and Sarah Ballou are buried next to each other
at Swan Point Cemetery in Providence, RI. There are
no known living descendants.
Ironically, Sullivan Ballou’s letter was never
mailed. Although Sarah would receive other, decidedly
more upbeat letters, dated after the now-famous letter
from the battlefield, the letter in question would be
found among Sullivan Ballou’s effects when Gov.
William Sprague of Rhode Island traveled to Virginia
to retrieve the remains of his state’s sons who
had fallen in battle.
My very dear Sarah:
The indications are very strong that we shall move in
a few days—perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not
be able to write again, I feel impelled to write a few
lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no
more . . .
I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in
the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does
not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization
now leans on the triumph of the Government and how great
a debt we owe to those who went before us through the
blood and sufferings of the Revolution. And I am willing—perfectly
willing—to lay down all my joys in this life,
to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt
. . .
Sarah my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind
me with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could
break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like
a strong wind and bears me unresistibly on with all
these chains to the battle field.
The memories of the blissful moments I have spent
with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified
to God and to you that I have enjoyed them for so long.
And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes
the hopes of future years, when, God willing, we might
still have lived and loved together, and seen our sons
grown up to honorable manhood, around us. I have, I
know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence,
but something whispers to me—perhaps it is the
wafted prayer of my little Edgar, that I shall return
to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not my dear Sarah,
never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath
escapes me on the battle field, it will whisper your
name. Forgive my many faults and the many pains I have
caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have often
times been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears
every little spot upon your happiness . . .
But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this
earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall
always be near you; in the gladdest days and in the
darkest nights . . . always, always, and if there be
a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath,
as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall
be my spirit passing by. Sarah do not mourn me dead;
think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet
again . . .
Sullivan Ballou was killed a week later at the first
Battle of Bull Run, July 21, 1861.
Born March 28, 1829 in Smithfield, R.I., Ballou was
educated at Phillips Academy in Andover, Mass.; Brown
University in Providence, R.I. and the National Law
School in Ballston, N.Y. He was admitted to the Rhode
Island Bar in 1853.
Ballou devoted his brief life to public service. He
was elected in 1854 as clerk of the Rhode Island House
of Representatives, later serving as its speaker.
He married Sarah Hart Shumway on October 15, 1855, and
the following year saw the birth of their first child,
Edgar. A second son, William, was born in 1859.
Ballou immediately entered the military in 1861 after
the war broke out. He became judge advocate of the Rhode
Island militia and was 32 at the time of his death at
the first Battle of Bull Run on July 21, 1861.
When he died, his wife was 24. She later moved to New
Jersey to live out her life with her son, William, and
never re-married. She died at age 80 in 1917.
Sullivan and Sarah Ballou are buried next to each other
at Swan Point Cemetery in Providence, RI. There are
no known living descendants.
Ironically, Sullivan Ballou’s letter was never
mailed. Although Sarah would receive other, decidedly
more upbeat letters, dated after the now-famous letter
from the battlefield, the letter in question would be
found among Sullivan Ballou’s effects when Gov.
William Sprague of Rhode Island traveled to Virginia
to retrieve the remains of his state’s sons who
had fallen in battle.
Thursday, May 08, 2014
7 Lessons From the Donald Sterling Circus – LewRockwell.com
7 Lessons From the Donald Sterling Circus – LewRockwell.com
Before I get started, let me say at the outset that I’m
not defending Donald Sterling. He doesn’t need me or anyone else to
defend him, because he’s entitled to think and say whatever he wants to —
anywhere, anytime, and certainly in his own home. Whether he’s a saint
or a sinner is irrelevant to me.
Unfortunately for those who demand that Donald Sterling be tarred and
feathered in front of the Staples Center at high noon, it’s not likely
to happen. Dorky Adam Silver (commissioner of the NBA) jumped at the
opportunity to play the role of tough guy for the Robespierre-crazed
masses, but it was mostly for show. As an attorney, he certainly must
know that there is nothing in the NBA’s bylaws that comes close to
covering what an owner can and cannot say in his own home.
If Article 13 (the
provision that deals with termination of an owner’s franchise) of those
bylaws is what Silver is counting on to force Sterling out of the
league, he’s going to look quite foolish if The Donald pulls out all
legal stops and starts filing lawsuits en masse, which history tells us
he is wont to do.
Even if Sterling is a “racist” — a word I put in quotes because its
meaning has become so diluted as a result of shameless overuse by those
(both in and outside of the government) who continually profit by
stirring up ill will among races — there’s nothing in the termination
clause of the NBA bylaws that allows the league to force him to sell his
team because one person, or even one million people, are offended by
something he said in the privacy of his home.
Donald Sterling is no Boy Scout, to be sure, but his remarks were nothing compared to the daily rants of race hustlers like
Al Sharleton (credit Chris Plante), Jesse Jackson, Harry Reid, Joe
Biden, Jeremiah Wright, Spike Lee, and a growing number of professional
athletes.
If everyone is going to be punished for every offensive comment they
make, either in or outside of their home, we’re all in big trouble.
Back in 2001, I recall negotiating a business deal over the phone with a
doctor from Kentucky who, at one point during our discussion, casually
said to me, “Look, I don’t want you to think I’m trying to Jew you down,
but …”
First of all, I wasn’t recording him. Second, while his remark
caught me by surprise, I let it pass, said my goodbyes, and decided not
to deal with him again. No fuss … no muss … next subject. Would the
same people who are calling for Donald Sterling’s head demand that the
American Medical Association strip that Kentucky doctor of his license
to practice medicine?
While his remark was a turnoff to me, I believe he has every right to
say whatever he wants, and let the marketplace decide his fate — i.e.,
let individuals choose whether or not they want to use his medical
services, do business deals with him, or be involved with him socially.
The marketplace is the only perfect arbiter on earth.
And how about Daniel Snyder’s refusal to refrain from using the word
“Redskins” as his team’s nickname? Can the NFL’s other owners vote to
force him to sell his team if they believe his attitude is racist?
Where does it stop?
In any event, I’m not interested in opining on the merits or lack
thereof of Donald Sterling’s case. That will be up to the courts and
the race-fixated mobs who roam the country in search of the next great
“social-justice” issue. (Yes, the mobs will have a big influence on the
outcome of any such court proceedings, just as they always do in the
United States of Lawlessness.)
Personally, whenever there’s a big media blitz about some perceived
wrongdoing, I prefer to ignore the hysteria and think about what I can
learn from the situation that could be useful to me. Off the top
of my head, following are a handful of lessons that I believe are worth
gleaning from the Sterling media circus — lessons that you can use to
improve yourself and your own life.
their fundamental beliefs, no matter how misguided you may think they
are. Why? Because you will fail, and you’ll waste a lot of valuable
time in the process. It’s called opportunity cost.
Use your time to focus on your own life. The only person over whom you have total control is you. Put
your efforts into purifying your own life, and forget about the Donald
Sterlings of the world and the rabble-rousers who live for the thrill of
trying to destroy them.
7 Lessons From the Donald Sterling Circus
May 8, 2014
Before I get started, let me say at the outset that I’m
not defending Donald Sterling. He doesn’t need me or anyone else to
defend him, because he’s entitled to think and say whatever he wants to —
anywhere, anytime, and certainly in his own home. Whether he’s a saint
or a sinner is irrelevant to me.
Unfortunately for those who demand that Donald Sterling be tarred and
feathered in front of the Staples Center at high noon, it’s not likely
to happen. Dorky Adam Silver (commissioner of the NBA) jumped at the
opportunity to play the role of tough guy for the Robespierre-crazed
masses, but it was mostly for show. As an attorney, he certainly must
know that there is nothing in the NBA’s bylaws that comes close to
covering what an owner can and cannot say in his own home.
If Article 13 (the
provision that deals with termination of an owner’s franchise) of those
bylaws is what Silver is counting on to force Sterling out of the
league, he’s going to look quite foolish if The Donald pulls out all
legal stops and starts filing lawsuits en masse, which history tells us
he is wont to do.
Even if Sterling is a “racist” — a word I put in quotes because its
meaning has become so diluted as a result of shameless overuse by those
(both in and outside of the government) who continually profit by
stirring up ill will among races — there’s nothing in the termination
clause of the NBA bylaws that allows the league to force him to sell his
team because one person, or even one million people, are offended by
something he said in the privacy of his home.
Donald Sterling is no Boy Scout, to be sure, but his remarks were nothing compared to the daily rants of race hustlers like
Al Sharleton (credit Chris Plante), Jesse Jackson, Harry Reid, Joe
Biden, Jeremiah Wright, Spike Lee, and a growing number of professional
athletes.
If everyone is going to be punished for every offensive comment they
make, either in or outside of their home, we’re all in big trouble.
Back in 2001, I recall negotiating a business deal over the phone with a
doctor from Kentucky who, at one point during our discussion, casually
said to me, “Look, I don’t want you to think I’m trying to Jew you down,
but …”
First of all, I wasn’t recording him. Second, while his remark
caught me by surprise, I let it pass, said my goodbyes, and decided not
to deal with him again. No fuss … no muss … next subject. Would the
same people who are calling for Donald Sterling’s head demand that the
American Medical Association strip that Kentucky doctor of his license
to practice medicine?
While his remark was a turnoff to me, I believe he has every right to
say whatever he wants, and let the marketplace decide his fate — i.e.,
let individuals choose whether or not they want to use his medical
services, do business deals with him, or be involved with him socially.
The marketplace is the only perfect arbiter on earth.
And how about Daniel Snyder’s refusal to refrain from using the word
“Redskins” as his team’s nickname? Can the NFL’s other owners vote to
force him to sell his team if they believe his attitude is racist?
Where does it stop?
In any event, I’m not interested in opining on the merits or lack
thereof of Donald Sterling’s case. That will be up to the courts and
the race-fixated mobs who roam the country in search of the next great
“social-justice” issue. (Yes, the mobs will have a big influence on the
outcome of any such court proceedings, just as they always do in the
United States of Lawlessness.)
Personally, whenever there’s a big media blitz about some perceived
wrongdoing, I prefer to ignore the hysteria and think about what I can
learn from the situation that could be useful to me. Off the top
of my head, following are a handful of lessons that I believe are worth
gleaning from the Sterling media circus — lessons that you can use to
improve yourself and your own life.
- People say negative things behind your back all the time. If you
don’t already know that, wake up! If you do know it, don’t let it
bother you. Whenever I hear that someone has said something
unflattering about me, I opt to take the rationally selfish approach and
do my best to ignore it — especially when I know it’s patently false. I
hope, for your sake, that you do the same. - Don’t buy into the hate-speech scam. People have opinions, some of
which you may like, some of which you may not like. Best to leave all
that nonsense up to the PC Police, who achieve mental orgasms by
harassing (perceived) evil speakers. You don’t have time to get bogged
down in group protests if you’re interested in bettering your life. - “They” say that hate speech is bad, but what’s worse is the idea
that someone actually believes he has the moral authority to decide what
constitutes hate speech in the first place. Of course, if someone
hurls a remark directly at you, and you, in your sole judgment, consider
it to be “hateful,” that’s your prerogative. As an individual, you
have a right to make a determination about speech that is aimed
specifically at you. But before you get yourself all worked up over it,
remember what mom taught you about sticks and stones. - Learn to reject hypocrisy and hypocrites. In the Sterling saga, the
hypocrisy is so thick it’s stifling, as you already know if you’ve been
following the story at all. The world is full of hypocrites,
especially in politics (which is really what hate speech is all about).
Best you focus on policing yourself to make sure that you are not
guilty of hypocrisy. - Never forget that friends and sweethearts have a way of becoming
enemies. Make sure your mouth understands that. Talk is not cheap. On
the contrary, it has proven to be quite capable of destroying lives.
Think before you open your mouth. - In the same vein, be vigilant about not making The Big Mistake. We
all make little mistakes on a daily basis, but be careful about making a
mistake so big that it can threaten your very survival.In Donald
Sterling’s case, maybe he’s a terrible person — I have no idea — but I
suspect his remarks (which, while not nearly as bad as those that have
been made by some of his most vocal critics) were nothing more than the
angry rants of an old guy who was mad at his middle-school
girlfriend.This is where mom’s advice comes in handy again: If you
can’t say something nice about someone, don’t say anything at all.
There’s a reason why aphorisms like this have been around forever:
They’re true. Instead of wasting time fretting over Donald Sterling’s
remarks, concentrate on what comes out of your mouth. - The best protection against becoming Sterlingized (a form of
sterilization performed by the loud crowd) is to follow a simple rule:
Live every moment as though the whole world were watching and write
every e-mail as though the whole world were going to be reading it —
something politicians never seem to learn.
their fundamental beliefs, no matter how misguided you may think they
are. Why? Because you will fail, and you’ll waste a lot of valuable
time in the process. It’s called opportunity cost.
Use your time to focus on your own life. The only person over whom you have total control is you. Put
your efforts into purifying your own life, and forget about the Donald
Sterlings of the world and the rabble-rousers who live for the thrill of
trying to destroy them.
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Tuesday, April 29, 2014
What Happened to All the Laughter? Altucher Confidential
What Happened to All the Laughter? Altucher Confidential: Here’s what I’ve listened to this past week (I see on my Youtube history) that I thought was funny:
“Bo Burnham’s best vine videos”
“The Lonely Island – Spell it Out”
“Louis CK sums up a bad relationship perfectly”
“Lip-sync battle with Joseph Gordon Levitt, Stephen Merchant, and Jimmy Fallon”. Particularly the Stephen Merchant part.
“Marina Funny Bits” -”Ellen Degeneres Here and Now”.
“Bo Burnham’s best vine videos”
“The Lonely Island – Spell it Out”
“Louis CK sums up a bad relationship perfectly”
“Lip-sync battle with Joseph Gordon Levitt, Stephen Merchant, and Jimmy Fallon”. Particularly the Stephen Merchant part.
“Marina Funny Bits” -”Ellen Degeneres Here and Now”.
Jesus And The Dimocrat | Grouchy Old Cripple
Jesus And The Dimocrat | Grouchy Old Cripple
A Republican, in a wheelchair, entered a restaurant one
afternoon and asked the waitress for a cup of coffee. The Republican
looked across the restaurant and asked, “Is that Jesus sitting over
there?”
The waitress nodded “yes,” so the Republican requested that she give Jesus a cup of coffee, on him.
The next patron to come in was a Libertarian, with a hunched
back. He shuffled over to a booth, painfully sat down, and asked the
waitress for a cup of hot tea. He also glanced across the restaurant and
asked, “Is that Jesus, over there?”
The waitress nodded, so the Libertarian asked her to give Jesus a cup of hot tea, “My treat.”
The third patron to come into the restaurant was a Dimocrat
on crutches. He hobbled over to a booth, sat down, and hollered, “Hey
there honey! How’s about getting me a cold mug of Miller Light?” He too
looked across the restaurant and asked, “Isn’t that God’s boy over
there?”
The waitress nodded, so the Dimocrat directed her to give Jesus a cold beer.
“On my bill,” he said loudly.
As Jesus got up to leave, he passed by the Republican,
touched him, and said, “For your kindness, you are healed.” The
Republican felt the strength come back into his legs, got up, and began
to praise the Lord.
Jesus passed by the Libertarian, touched him, and said, “For your kindness, you are healed.”
The Libertarian felt his back straightening up, and he raised his hands, and he too began to praise the Lord.
Then, Jesus walked towards the Dimocrat, just smiling. The
Dimocrat jumped up and yelled, “Don’t touch me … I’m on disability.”
For Those Who Understand, No Explanation Is necessary.
For Those Who Do Not Understand, No Explanation Is Possible.
A Republican, in a wheelchair, entered a restaurant one
afternoon and asked the waitress for a cup of coffee. The Republican
looked across the restaurant and asked, “Is that Jesus sitting over
there?”
The waitress nodded “yes,” so the Republican requested that she give Jesus a cup of coffee, on him.
The next patron to come in was a Libertarian, with a hunched
back. He shuffled over to a booth, painfully sat down, and asked the
waitress for a cup of hot tea. He also glanced across the restaurant and
asked, “Is that Jesus, over there?”
The waitress nodded, so the Libertarian asked her to give Jesus a cup of hot tea, “My treat.”
The third patron to come into the restaurant was a Dimocrat
on crutches. He hobbled over to a booth, sat down, and hollered, “Hey
there honey! How’s about getting me a cold mug of Miller Light?” He too
looked across the restaurant and asked, “Isn’t that God’s boy over
there?”
The waitress nodded, so the Dimocrat directed her to give Jesus a cold beer.
“On my bill,” he said loudly.
As Jesus got up to leave, he passed by the Republican,
touched him, and said, “For your kindness, you are healed.” The
Republican felt the strength come back into his legs, got up, and began
to praise the Lord.
Jesus passed by the Libertarian, touched him, and said, “For your kindness, you are healed.”
The Libertarian felt his back straightening up, and he raised his hands, and he too began to praise the Lord.
Then, Jesus walked towards the Dimocrat, just smiling. The
Dimocrat jumped up and yelled, “Don’t touch me … I’m on disability.”
For Those Who Understand, No Explanation Is necessary.
For Those Who Do Not Understand, No Explanation Is Possible.
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