Cui bono?
Is there a leader, to whom tithes flow, unelected but self-proclaimed?
Are you better off, spiritually and materially? Or have you been convinced that poverty is good for you morally and proves your integrity, while the leader needs to golf and go to Vegas?
Why would one man, to whom you have been asked to give money, have the right answer, while so many others are fooled? Why would one news source always be right? One priest? One book?
Ask these questions and free yourself from those who profit from your fears and impoverish you both spiritually and materially.
Oh, and have a lovely Monday and be good to your fellow man.
The Who had some good insight, even if their stuff is dated, video-wise:
Nice post xty. Short and to the point. Don’t worry about the lack of traffic. You are out of town, Dude is traveling, the woodpecker is moving, and my internet mojo just ain’t working right now.
This tune, for no partik’lar reason
Luckily I seem to have some sort of thick skin … and the traffic is always low …
Good morning all. I am house sitting in the blue ridge mountains, it is beautiful here, and the air is fresh and clean, especially compared to Norfolk. There is a black bear that roams the property at night, and has even attacked the hanging bird feeders on the front porch, as well as the trash cans. Sorry for my absence, it’s just a personal funk.
A little personal funk for you, to go with EO’s twisting. The mountains sound wonderful.
Yes, quite a beautiful place, a little over 3 acres and surrounded by woods,…a birders paradise. I always refer to it as Charlottesville, but technically it’s Albermarle county, 10 minutes either direction to town or the incredible mountain views.
Almost paradise here. This is the view both ways from the path into the woods I remarkably found behind this hotel. It is on a big street, near the only mall, booked because convenient to offspring. But then I looked on a map and saw all this green space right behind the parking lot.
And my room is low down, close to a back exit that my room key opens, so you don’t have to walk past the front desk when you go for a little walk.
And the other way, looking south-eastish
It is hard to resist. And I am sorry to taunt you.
(hey man) that felt like a taunt for sure 🙂 ,
will return some day soon.
Walking back to the hotel, X marks the spot:
hey Xty, It looks like if I post a video right after a post, It goes to the (your) spam folder…maybe?
I think some video posts just take a bit longer to clear the spam filter. Did it appear?
I have nothing in my mail box …
no. ghost in the machine somewhere, I’ll re-boot, then see. tks.
Gonna go eat some fish I hope …
I am so sorry that there are no easy answers … and here am I, spoiled rotten.
Three bacon wrapped scallops, maple glazed on a bed of rice that was all sticky and fabulous. Lightly battered cod, piles of fries with dressing and gravy and tartar sauce. Red wine, and then they walked me up my hill before seeing me through the door.
And there is a Starbucks just at the bottom of the parking lots that lead to the mystery trail, so we went there before parting ways. It is civilized wilderness.
Nobody likes a girl who eats scallops while others suffer.
But I have a close relative by marriage, next generation up, who decided to never be happy when she had a friend who had a problem. So she hasn’t been happy in decades. It is a simple idea that is extremely wrong-headed, and causes a great deal of unhappiness, and loads guilt on whatever friend is currently being used as an excuse to be miserable.
So let us share our miseries and our scallops, and try to find a little maple glaze in our daze …
great blog post, almost masterful. but then these last few comments here… no need to belabor the point. what is your intention? no one (here) said you should feel guilty did they? and what your close relative suffers from is called empathy. i have it too. unfortunately it tends to be a one way energy transfer. there are people in the world that give more than they take, and people that take more than they give. and that observation is one of those rare black and white ones.
My intention is to not be a jerk about being more fortunate than others. Jeez louise.
And no, my relative does not suffer from empathy. She likes misery and dislikes happiness.
don’t worry about my little rant. there is context missing. i also did not, do not understand fully what your point is/was. this is very imperfect communication. you know how to contact me privately if you want.
i too prefer happiness. and i do not want anyone’s pity. peace out.