Either you are sorting it out, or you are full of it.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

False Start #65

I am tired of loud revolutionaries. I’m sick of bullhorns and shanytowns with pizza deliveries. I’m tired of movements, of seasons of change. The world that is growing needs them; in fact, it cannot exist without them. This is why I am sick of them.

The loud mouth wailers and those intoxicated with self-righteousness are essential in the game of liberal democracy. They are the pawns in the great game – easily sacrificed. Rarely do they rise to greatness, and when they do, the end is near.

The revolutionaries I admire stay away from rallies. They avoid them altogether. They see the whole thing for the game it is. And, besides, they are too busy designing new games.

posted by ferret at 11:20 pm  

Monday, March 19, 2012

New Words: Shako and Tribades



posted by ferret at 6:08 pm  

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Epigram #13

And about humanity?

We are just not monkeys —

Where you put the emphasis tells the tale.

posted by ferret at 10:18 pm  

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