Agreed. Trying very hard to make “them” all irrelevant.
Tropicbound
November 3, 2014 1:57 pm
The only reasonable option is to Go Galt and wait to rebuild.
One Tired Austrian
November 3, 2014 2:13 pm
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MIA
November 3, 2014 3:25 pm
Missing in Action
ragman
November 3, 2014 3:34 pm
Give up? Never! The next couple of months are going to be awesome. Pubbie blowout tomorrow(I know, so what), Obongo amnesty, no grand jury indictment of the cop in Ferguson, &TC. I want to be around when the Chit really hits the fan…coming to a neighborhood near you. Be ready!
Forward_Idiocracy
November 3, 2014 3:39 pm
Why care? What grand existence awaits us in 2050? 100% surveillance, real thought-crime prosicution via mind-interpreting machines, complete domination of life from cradle to grave?
Someone here have hope, please preach.
al
November 3, 2014 8:09 pm
find a job that is more like play than work ,not so important what it is as long a its more play than work find a variety of interests that stimulate you so that your creativity comes out set baby step goals achieve them then work on bigger ones etc etc make yourown hope turn off the tv you will be surprised how it works out let yourself dream again let yourself laugh again make your own grand existence ok now pay me ))))
El Coyote
November 3, 2014 9:03 pm
The end of summer brings depression, light therapy may be the answer.
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO
THAT GOOD NIGHT
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Peaceout
November 3, 2014 9:39 pm
That duck pretty much sums up my day today, submit to the avoidable.
Iska Waran
November 3, 2014 10:39 pm
Here’s one tiny ray of hope… Either there will really be global warming – in which case the two biggest countries on Earth become even more hospitable – or there won’t, in which case social control freaks will be apoplectic that nothing was done to stop global warming and global warming still failed to arrive. So it’s a win/win. That’s the best thing about global warming – we’re (and by “we” I mean all humans) never going to do anything about it and it just doesn’t matter anyway.
I fully expect to be able to go ice fishing (aka ice drinking) on Lake Mille Lacs in 2050 if I live that long.
I’m just about there.
I know the feeling.
Yep
Agreed. Trying very hard to make “them” all irrelevant.
The only reasonable option is to Go Galt and wait to rebuild.
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Missing in Action
Give up? Never! The next couple of months are going to be awesome. Pubbie blowout tomorrow(I know, so what), Obongo amnesty, no grand jury indictment of the cop in Ferguson, &TC. I want to be around when the Chit really hits the fan…coming to a neighborhood near you. Be ready!
Why care? What grand existence awaits us in 2050? 100% surveillance, real thought-crime prosicution via mind-interpreting machines, complete domination of life from cradle to grave?
Someone here have hope, please preach.
find a job that is more like play than work ,not so important what it is as long a its more play than work find a variety of interests that stimulate you so that your creativity comes out set baby step goals achieve them then work on bigger ones etc etc make yourown hope turn off the tv you will be surprised how it works out let yourself dream again let yourself laugh again make your own grand existence ok now pay me ))))
The end of summer brings depression, light therapy may be the answer.
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO
THAT GOOD NIGHT
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
That duck pretty much sums up my day today, submit to the avoidable.
Here’s one tiny ray of hope… Either there will really be global warming – in which case the two biggest countries on Earth become even more hospitable – or there won’t, in which case social control freaks will be apoplectic that nothing was done to stop global warming and global warming still failed to arrive. So it’s a win/win. That’s the best thing about global warming – we’re (and by “we” I mean all humans) never going to do anything about it and it just doesn’t matter anyway.
I fully expect to be able to go ice fishing (aka ice drinking) on Lake Mille Lacs in 2050 if I live that long.