I love when Beau gets justifiably riled up. His responses are so focused, fact intense. Just spot-on. (In an earlier video (below) he said “…no matter how much the right wants to squelch free speech, we have to defend it as much as we can….” Apparently that spawned LOTS of indignant comments from said right-wingnuts who felt his comment was, um, unjust. Hence this video in response:
HERE is his earlier video which sparked the one above.
I don’t know why, but I’ve been seeing a bunch of posts, tweets, articles recently lauding the so-called Golden Rule. No need to quote it here – y’all know it by heart. I buried my rebuttal to it in my “Pith” page here years ago, but very few of my very few readers seem to have unearthed it. So I’m giving it a post of its very own tonight. Here ’tis:
The implicit fallacy of The Golden Rule becomes painfully obvious when it is earnestly applied by an ardent masochist.
One of my most disappointing headlines ever!
On second thought, why would a pessimist even want to live longer?
“Forgiveness doesn’t come with a debt.” That line just resonates in me! It’s kinda buried in Mary Chapin Carpenter’s I Take My Chances, one of my favorite songs ever.
I struggle with the concept of forgiveness – on both sides. To forgive means to first judge and find guilty, and I think (I hope) I don’t often judge. But having found one guilty, I cannot easily forgive, nor can I seek or easily accept forgiveness. I’m a strange duck. Still, it’s a cool song that’s really not about forgiveness. (Or is it?) You can listen to either (or both) her studio version or her live stage performance of the song in the links below. Continue reading
This wonderful, wondrous speaker is Eddie Glaude, who I’d never heard of or from before.
I found this from AOC’s Twitter. Have I mentioned how much I admire her?
I just love, love, love BOOKS! Frankly, ashamedly, not the classics so much – wish I understood why – but mostly newly published stuff. I buy them from Amazon (for lack of a local bookstore) – hard copies, so I can smell the paper and hear that soft card-shuffling rhythm as I thumb through the pages and feel that subtle arching sound a brand new hardback spine makes when I open it the first time. No Kindle or Audiobooks for me. But here’s the thing, the zinger, the stinger: I don’t read books anymore! Why? Continue reading
Judy wrote THIS LOVELY LIL POEM over on her LifeLessons blog. If you haven’t yet, you have to read it before continuing with my followup post here. I asked Judy why she didn’t leave any hints as to how the king slipped into his grave. She offered no clues, but she figured many readers might wonder the same. So, I took it upon myself to research the ancient mythical archives (with the help of a magical potion of rum and cola), and I have managed to piece together the likely scenario. WARNING: Judy’s poem was full of hope. My rant, not so much. Continue reading