Because everyone is equal, every person gets a share. If "fair share" is what you're looking for, I can't tell.
I look for smiles. That's really all I've ever done. A smile is all I know from the faces of those around me.
I can't see a smile in your text or voice message, although I can imagine one.
At the same time, I...
This space is reserved for all voices, especially those of my species. That means sneers, growls, grunts, burps and coughs get equal coverage.
If the United States of America does not declare war on British Petroleum, then I question my national citizenship and will regret having become a temporary employee of the executive branch of the U.S. government. A local photo op showed President Obama, Governor Riley and Governor Jindal blabbering on in front of a stand of microphones, looking like the Three Hoarse Men of the Apocalypse - will the BP Gulf Oil Disaster be the lasting legacy they leave behind?
I may weigh the good with the bad in balanced measure but it doesn't mean I like it or have to take it.
You see, I still see the vast majority of unemployed people who wanted to belong to the working class but have been denied the opportunity to display their capabilities in exchange for labor credits.
One after another hit against the world of the working, nationality irrelevant.
It truly pains me to see our dependence on oil get rubbed in our faces so shamefully. First the Persian Gulf oil states contribute to terrorist networks that attack America and now this!
I will not buy petrol from a BP station for a very long time (alas, eventually my memory will fade and I'll forget the momentary anger that once fueled boycotts against other companies like Exxon).
I'm still waiting for the financial leaders who drove us over a cliff to get their one-way trip to a viewing of their life savings taken away.
I'm still waiting for a lot of changes that won't happen.
I'm glad we have fight cages and other ways to vent our anger (for those of us who have boiling-hot blood and quick tempers; the rest will find prayer and meditation to calm them in rough times).
The patterns show themselves to me and I choose to repeat them in one way or another.
Tonight, Gabby and Sherry kept us going at the Schnitzel Ranch. One fellow set a restaurant record for drinking three liters of Pilsner in just over 20 minutes. I stuck to a 0.3 liter sip of high gravity brew and a half-liter of Paulaner hefeweizen in a small boot.
A good ending to a day of replacing a garage door opener.
A quiet afternoon with Tanya and Debbie finishing up the local census count next to the pool tables at Carson's.
I do not recommend my life to anyone. Or rather, I enjoy my life too much to let others have mine!
There is merit in every life. Yours is yours and you should feel good to have a life, no matter what you do.
I am a quiet man, content with quiet moments reading eyes and watching smiles. We may sail the deep blue sea or climb rugged mountain peaks yet we are still us - at least two people making somewhat normal facial expressions to each other.
On the other hand, we may yell obscenities at each other during our viewing of a fiercely fought battle between two rivals on a playing field. Wear a Jeff Gordon jacket to a Dale Earnhardt, Jr., signing event and see what I mean. Will hooliganism find its way onto the World Cup stage in South Africa?
Some days I'm a good ol' boy in a pub and some days I'm a pious guy reading library books.
I have one life to see your faces and I'm enjoying every minute of it, whether you like it or not. :)
Bottom line: a sense of humour washes away the blood stains of yesterday's losses, if and when we choose to forget the pain and remember the smiles, instead.
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