Dec 07 2009

What to do?

(9 am. – promoted by ek hornbeck)

A Stars Hollow Gazette

Recently I’ve had a lot of people ask me what course of action I would take.

Most of them are hopelessly compromised sellouts looking to justify craven capitulation because, frankly, they can’t stand to look at their own cowardly face in the morning mirror.

You do what you need to do to eat and provide for your family.  Please don’t bother trying to convince me your shit sandwich is anything but two slices of bread wrapped around a turd.

I’m not Navin Johnson.  I know a hole in the ground when I see one.

“But that’s not constructive criticism ek”, you whine.

Why do you care for my approval anyway?

Oh, I get it.  You want something from me.  My money.  My vote.  The ability to walk among decent people without having them spit on you like the soul-whore liar you are.

Not that there’s anything wrong with being an honest sex worker.  Most of them are decent people who provide the service they sell.  They should have a union.

But there is something different about being a confidence man, a professional betrayer.

One of the reasons I got out of journalism at a young age is professors at J-school telling me that any lie was acceptable to get a source to talk.

Yet I am a proud and successful politician because I deliver what I promise and I’m not afraid of fights because I know what’s right and have the people behind me.

In a local way of course, but it’s all the Village Number Six.

Are you a Number or a Free Man?

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  1. ‘Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but one whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles unto death.  My own line of reasoning is to myself as straight and clear as a ray of light.

    Let them call me rebel and welcome, I feel no concern from it; but I should suffer the misery of devils were I to make a whore of my soul by swearing allegiance to one whose character is that of a sottish, stupid, stubborn, worthless, brutish man.

    I conceive likewise a horrid idea in receiving mercy from a being who at the last day shall be shrieking to the rocks and mountains to cover him, and fleeing with terror from the orphan, the widow, and the slain of America.

    There are cases which cannot be overdone by language, and this is one.  There are persons too who see not the full extent of the evil which threatens them; they solace themselves with hopes that the enemy, if he succeed, will be merciful.

    It is the madness of folly to expect mercy from those who have refused to do justice.  Even mercy, where conquest is the object, is only a trick of war.

    He is mercifully inviting you to barbarous destruction, and men must be either rogues or fools that will not see it.  I dwell not upon the vapors of imagination, I bring reason to your ears and, in language as plain as A B C, hold up truth to your eyes.

  2. there is nothing wrong with retreating from the Brooklyn Heights to the Delaware River providing you attack the Hessians at Trenton.

    Providing you attack.

  3. I don’t need this stuff, and I don’t need you. I don’t need anything except this.

    And that’s it and that’s the only thing I need, is this. I don’t need this or this. Just this ashtray.

    And this paddle game, the ashtray and the paddle game and that’s all I need.

    And this remote control. The ashtray, the paddle game, and the remote control, and that’s all I need.

    And these matches. The ashtray, and these matches, and the remote control and the paddle ball. And this lamp. The ashtray, this paddle game and the remote control and the lamp and that’s all I need. And that’s all I need too. I don’t need one other thing, not one – I need this. The paddle game, and the chair, and the remote control, and the matches, for sure. And this. And that’s all I need. The ashtray, the remote control, the paddle game, this magazine and the chair.

    And I don’t need one other thing, except my dog.

    • dkmich on December 7, 2009 at 15:41
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    I do admire directness and honesty.    Doing, not telling, is the greater sin.  Did you read the diary and comment that I linked to at OL?  I wouldn’t have seen it without Inky linking both of them here in Shiz’s diary.   I remember the diarist.  I sent an email inviting him/her here.  Hope you don’t mind.  Well, I’m late and have to get to work.  Have a nice day.  

    • Miep on December 8, 2009 at 08:05
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    Shit.

    A weird photo:

    rubber fish

    rubber fish

    I posted this at you before, ek, I know.

    But I continue to like it, as being one of my weirder photos.

    Like I like your writing as being weird.

    Your weirdness, whatever it my be about, does make me happy about its weirdness.

    I like it.

    It rocks.

    It makes me happy.

    lol! Miep

    • Miep on December 8, 2009 at 08:06
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    and that is good.

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