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Eye of Horus | Pineal Gland. the “seat of the soul”
Stephen does Mitt Romney’s “confident half-smile.”
It’s a look that says, “I get my own planet when I die, your argument is invalid.”
Which of These About Global Warming Makes More Sense?
…there is compelling scientific evidence that our planet is about 4.5 billion years old (the theory of the origin of Earth), that our uni- verse was born from a single event about 14 billion years ago (the Big Bang theory), and that today’s organ- isms evolved from ones living in the past (the theory of evolution). Even as these are overwhelmingly
accepted by the scientific community, fame still awaits anyone who could show these theories to be wrong. Climate change now falls into this category: There is compelling, comprehensive, and consistent objective evidence that humans are changing the climate in ways that threaten our societies and the ecosystems on which we depend.
Many recent assaults on climate science and, more disturbingly, on climate scientists by cli- mate change deniers are typically driven by special interests or dogma, not by an honest effort to provide an alternative theory that credibly satisfies the evidence.
We need a leader, not a reader.
Herman Caine, taking Johnny Cochran-style defense to places we never thought it would go…
I had two dreams. Both I was stuck in El Salvador…but part actually looked more like Nicaragua.
I had broken away from the main group. I somehow found myself with my clunky little Hyundai. I had driven out with them, and decided…with reservations to go off on my own, only to promptly lose myself and my car at the beach. It had this boardwalk, carnival feel to it. One of those places in the world where everyone is your friend but in truth that hand they have on your shoulder is slinking down towards your wallet. I was lost, though, scrambling around trying to find a way home…or back to wherever it was that I was supposed to be.
I followed someone friendly looking through a doorway and down some stairs. It was rather dark. Well, the sort of dark that comes with very constant shade when the sun is absolutely blinding as soon as you step out from underneath the covering. I emerged at night to the blinding fluorescence of a dock teeming with fishermen and fishing boats. The only way to get where I felt it was absolutely imperative that I needed to go was a series of ramps that I needed to cross from dock to dock using a motocross bike…because I’ve played entirely too many videogames. I had a clear each of the docks without falling into the water. I got hustled out by some locals before I even made it to the bike. My only way out was by making an uneasy truce with the extremely pissed off dockmaster, an old grizzled guy who showed me the way around the docks to the platform I needed to land on. The price, in the end was that I lost by my car and the new bike that I had intended to keep after I had launched myself over the suicidal-in-real-life obstacles.
When I woke up, it felt like one of those annoying life-metaphor fests. I have in front of me a series of terrifying obstacles that I get to face alone. Each one has its own risks, and somewhere in the back of my mind I know that it will all probably work out in some kind of deus-ex-machina event where the story suddenly changes unexpectedly. Or, in any case it’s going to be rough and I might be overly confident.
If life is a game that I’m good at, I can make the jumps in dream world because there, the rules or ‘reality’ are dictated by the rules of the dream. If the dream is to be taken as real life, I’m kidding myself in even considering the bike as an option. However, In the dream, I knew it was a dream, and therefore that the crazy stunt I’d have to pull to get from A to B was plausible, but difficult to do on the first try…which adds a whole new wrinkle to treating this as some kind of prescient symbol-orgy…
As I write this, I think it means that I just have to do it right the first time. It will be a difficult journey, requiring precision and effort. A game requires neither as you have an infinite number of lives but no real consequences. So, in the dream world, the rules are written such that the journey will be fun, but I can’t treat it like a game. The world will let me fall into the water, and there will be people out there trying to get me. There may be someone out there willing to show me the path around, but I can’t rely on that.
Or I’m insane and overly analytical. There’s always that, too.
Almost no amount of tax subsidy can make consumers purchase something they don’t want. When they don’t, the enterprise is doomed to fail. Rather than prop up such failures with tax money, governments at all levels should allow taxpayers to find productive uses for their money.
You mean like when subsidies keep oil prices artificially low? Good try.
Every time I read ‘Pride and Prejudice,’ I want to dig her up and hit her over the skull with her own shin-bone
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