Dan Rowden wrote:Tomas,
Just for clarity:
Or, the Town Mooch can scrape some pennies together from his welfare buddies, buy a one-way plane fare to Australia and live with David and his parents, or Dan and his girlfriend. As the gun laws are more strict there, he'd have more time to socialize with Dan's girlfriend and David's mom ;-)
-tomas-
I done gone back and changed that area of contention...
-dan-
Dave's mother died months ago and my flatmate is not a "girlfriend". It's only when you see that term in print you realise how ghastly it is.
-tomas-
Around this neck of the world it's "roommate" or if you rent/own a house they're called a "housemate".
Then, in the 'Kevin comes to america' thread, one or two posters stated (correctly-incorrectly) that David lives with his parents... I hadn't noticed where David corrected this... about his mom's passing.
-Dan-
Re: the point of this thread, there's yet a feature of most societies not mentioned (as far as I've noticed) and that is the obligations society regularly imposes on individuals: one is forced at the point of a punitive gun to obey laws one may find morally repulsive; to be educated to a pre-determined standard; in some cases, to vote; in many cases to be conscripted and kill and or die for said society; to pay taxes; to refrain from utilising common property etc etc.
-tomas-
I'd love to change the world, but i don't know what to do...
Well just bleedin' move somewhere else, get out of the cities! Move where Daybrown is... he'll keep your ass busy with the herbal gardening.
Hey, i was drafted (conscripted) into the military, it's kill or be killed. Friggin' got blasted by a rocket propelled grenade.
Become a conscientious objector or go to military prison for refusing military service... that is an option, you're gonna get three square meals and a cot to sleep on.
This bullshit about crying wolf because life ain't fair, it's the orwellian "society" that made me go on the welfare dole...
-Dan-
Nice that a society can find such obligations a perfectly moral state of affairs but wants to argue it has no moral obligation to the rudimentary survival of any person. There's something wrong with this picture.
-tomas-
No group-think "society" here, pal. So change the order of things in society, you know? Start at your own backyard neighbor's fence. Talk to the neighbor about changing the welfare state. Hold a sign on a busy street and demand a revolution... But sitting on your ass collecting welfare $$$ and bitching then on top of it all refusing to work for real change doesn't cut it anywhere.
Fast a couple days a week, give that food that would have gone into your mouth (and the shit paper you would have wiped with) to the lesser-well-off. Shut the damn TV off a couple days a week, get some lower-wattage bulbs to save electricity. Give that money back to the state.
My family grew up dirt-poor, my parents lost the farm (grandma's homestead), five years of drought, no crops as they we're hailed out and rusted out. Who to blame? - the grandparents who migrated from Norway and Lapland. My grandma was a Sammi - born in a teepee north of the Arctic Circle. Is it her fault when she arrived at New York in 1901 (she was 25) she didn't beg for food, she made it on her own. It's called character. She, Berthea, was born in 1875 and died in 1966, she was wonderful to "talk" with in her native language. Her norwegian husband Iver, (my gramps) was born in 1864 and died in 1938. Her walking cane (stick) from her early years, is but 12 feet from me. Her nickname for me, "Lars", because i resembled her younger brother, Lars, who remained in northern Lapland..
They sure didn't say, "We are victims" of american hegemony, mere peasants of the Bank$ter$. Oh poor me, sit on my hands... for the welfare dime.
There is a certain fawkin' "wake-up age" when one realized the upper, middle, poor classes aren't equal but refusing to work because one doesn't "have to" is not going to change the system. One simply remains a creature of the state but crying wolf and nobody giving a rip to your pleas. You are washed up. I'm not buying into Unidian's lucid dreams nor your storyline Dan.
Tomas (the tank)
VietNam veteran - 1971
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