Peel back the layers of any statist argument and you will quickly discover at its cold, dark heart the notion that you do not own your self. You are, to some degree, the property of another. As such, you are to be ruled, governed, harassed, intimidated, harangued, searched and taxed in whichever way the owner deems to be “in the interest of society.” It’s enough to make the questioning individual cry… or laugh… or both. Either way, their message is clear: Free men are not to be trusted with their own lives. It’s time to tell these people to mind their own [insert expletive of choice here] business.
Posture makes perfect. Are you a winner? Don’t slouch. Don’t wear green. Don’t put your hair in a pony tail. Don’t eat candy. Sit up straight. Put your hands together. Accessorize! Loop earrings, hair band, purse. Smile. Hands together. Sit up straight. Don’t be a crack head.
Samesies Alert—me and Lord Bryon not big on spoilers. like. ever. my big question is always “where?” only I say it in Spanish, Quid Pro Quo? I have this one weird habit I call “recess is for kids, gym class is for bullies, but I’m all extracurricular sports.” (I am writing a book called “I Am Building Character Buildings”) for example—Me and Lord Byron on the volleyball team = cherish memories and photo op in school newspaper, which is really just a newsletter they post on myspace like 20 years ago. I wanted so bad to be point guard and Lord Bryon wanted five! more! years! of Christopher Columbus (the director not the Italian “porn star”). Dream Big, Aim High, Get your ducks in line, but you really gotta stay put inasmuch reality as you can mayonaise. the world is a bundle.
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Benjamin Britten on a boat.