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Stupid Cure

Is there a cure for stupidity? If there is, I want it! Of course the actual daily post question is how would you spend $1 million to reduce stupidity in your area. 

That may take some time. One million is not nearly enough. As is my wont, I would go for the pragmatic solution. First, we need to invest the million in a diversity of projects that will yield dividends to live off of, and some high returns to build up the fund. This allows me to devote my full-time efforts to the cause. Next, we apply for non-profit status as a group devoted to improving education, test scores, blah, blah. Some of the initial outlay would have to go for a nationwide campaign to raise awareness. Donations are tax deductible, so it’s the smart thing to do. Donations could be rolled into the portfolio and further, global advertising, as well as invested into local real estate. Ostensibly this gives the organization a home base to work from, and property that can be leveraged as collateral (only if necessary). By this time my job at the organization is filled with work and travel (in order to promote the cause), therefore I really should get a raise. Not too much, just enough to look responsible but not greedy. As my own investment portfolios increase my net worth, I buy off the groups investment property, thus benefiting the group make making their assets more liquid. These properties can be rented out only to those who don’t rank too high on the stupidity scale. As my strangle-hold…I mean investments in the community continue, the renters would be pushed out to the properties furthest from the center. This would be for them an upgrade. This process continues until I can reasonably ask for and get a pension I can live off comfortably indefinitely and there is no one else living in a 1-mile radius of my home, thus reducing the stupidity of my area quite a bit.

OK, so even if I am the only one there, the stupidity rate is pretty high. And then this post will surface and the populace will turn against me and arrive on night en masse with pitchforks and torches. And it is a lot of work I would be making for myself, anxiety over investments, &c. Scrap the whole thing. I’ll go for the more spiritual approach. Pocket the whole sum and work on improving my stupidity via world travel, stress reduction (I hear the Caribbean is particularly good for this), and education. We got to start right where we are, with ourselves right?

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O cruel fate!

Well, at least it is healing up finally. One would think, or let me say I used to think, that typing involved only the tips of one’s fingers. Not so, not so. I also used to think that my double-edged Safe-T razor, that big metal one that has the blade edges tucked inside and out of harm’s way, could slice so deep, so cleanly, close to and below the nail. ‘Twas a quick prick and sharp. One also has rather, shall we say, exuberant blood vessels there so near the finger tips. I tried typing, but even my feather-light touch would continually push apart those two pieces and expose the brilliant, angry, red crescent-moon. *Sigh*

I guess that I am surprised that I am still surprised by how much I don’t realize how much this hitherto unknown and unfelt parts of me are used in everyday activities until they are somehow damaged, given my life-long yet unwilled propensity for self-inflicted collateral damage.

I think that last sentence made sense, but it is late and I am trying to make up for lost time. Maybe I should re-read tomorrow 😉

Tax(ing)man

OK, out of order, a dollar late and a day short. How would I tax people? No, the better question is How do I tax people? The answer is simple–with my blog, of course!

November is getting closer and I really am going to have to get my priorities in order. No more cheesy, late responses to the daily post! (Famous last words…)

How do you stay true to yourself?

True is an action, not just a state. It can describe the process along which we might ever more refine ourselves to become that which we were meant to be. That self we think our own was given us, implicit within it the longing for our natural home. We strain to hear the beacon, strain to see the lighthouse that will guide us through the storm of others telling us what we must be (so that they might profit) and how; our frail vessels nearly overturned, confused, horrendously pummeled by the capricious relativisms of our time.

We might start by acknowledging that we can’t stay true, then desire to the truth, with patience, longing, love and, hardest of all, humility. This ‘true to self’ of which we all can so glibly speak comes from an absolute, without which becomes a moving target sinking ever lower. More easily hit, perhaps, but the accomplishment seems not quite right, or enough; there’s something more we desire. Without that absolute, ‘true to self’ is given every kind of meaning, beholden to none but fancy, whim and the ‘spirit of the times,’ and thus loses all useful purpose.

Therefore, calm and quiet we proceed throughout each day as best we can, pointing out each thought to our own selves, and wondering from whence it came, and why, again as best we can. We start from where we are and gently, knowing we may never know, but taking each step each day on our journey home.

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