As we charge off down the path of progress we tend to leave a lot of valuable things behind in the past. Things that we miss only when we look around and realized how poorer life is for their absence.

I would like to revive the sense of mutual trust and cooperation that seems to be in very short supply these days. I think we are a weaker culture for leaving it behind.




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  1. Jear77 6 days ago

    “Brevity, is the soul of wit” according to Shakespeare, and even in the era of (basically) one click resume submissions, some companies still insist on you filling out a much longer useless application for employment, wasting the candidate’s time and energy… only to be sent a lengthy note which boils down to “thanks, but no thanks.” My idea of brevity would force all companies to use the shortest form available, as well as eliminate all testing procedures for candidates. Brevity would also cut rejection letters out completely.

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  2. Weenis 4 days ago

    I wish people valued their integrity more than their life.

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      griz 3 days ago

      @Weenis
      That’s a good one: akin to self respect.

      And this factors into social respect.

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  3. ladybarbara 4 days ago

    I’d like to bring back the days when people could take a joke and not be all offended and butt hurt. Those were great days and comedy was actually funny. Face it, we love to laugh at other people. Having to constantly check out political correctness is a pain in the patooty. I long for the days of old comedy, where George Carlin could have us rolling in the isles. Where Johnny Carson could make us laugh with that sideways glance to the audience and we knew — we all knew — what he was thinking. Groucho Marx could insult people and even the poor schmuck he was targeting could see the humor. Bring back the crazy humor of I love Lucy and slapstick comedy.

    I hate it that everyone finds offense in every sentence and snowflakes easily cry. When someone writes the name of the President of the United States on the sidewalk with chalk and 100 students are so offended that they have to have cry-sessions and comfort blankets, puppies, and hot cocoa to easy their pain at seeing a name on the sidewalk written in chalk. I hate that people have to have their comfort service animal with them, or they fall apart emotionally. I hate that the masculinity that makes men so attractive is now called “toxic” and men are trying to turn themselves into woosy women, just to appease females that take offense to a male being a male.

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      griz 3 days ago

      @ladybarbara
      Or Joan Rivers.
      She was a strong competence in your face kind of person — exactly the kind of person the feminists say they want women to be.
      But the oxymoron is that they would be offended by her, stands with campaign to destroy their highest ideal.

      The current Dynamics must be seen through cultural Marxism. There are only victims and victimizers. Power is the only currency. And the ability to generate offense at anything and everything is a superpower.

      And this is about all the cultural Marxist has going on upstairs, all the time.

      Check out the link below.
      I honestly don’t think this is a show. I think she’s seriously believes what she’s saying.

      https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=AlDhcFkIANo

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      • ladybarbara 3 days ago

        @griz Now that is true insanity. In California, I lived near the Norwalk Metropolitan Hospital, which is a sanitarium, an insane asylum. There was also a clinic for the marginally unbalanced and once a month they set them out to roam the streets while they reset — something —. Maybe it was that a mental patient could only be sheltered for 30 days, then had to spend a day away. Anyway, once a month there were “loonies” hanging around the streets. It was nerve wracking to go anywhere because there were “loonies” in the parking lots and sleeping in the parks. Just like this woman in the video, they had imaginings and the average citizen needed to get around them, or fight off the insane advances. I don’t like “Zombie” movies because they felt like the city of Norwalk on the day they freed the “loonies”.

        It was like living in a Monty Python movie, one day in every month.

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        griz 1 day ago

        @ladybarbara
        The key difference is at the cultural Marxist pay and study and work to become like this.

        They actually give the genuinely mentally ill . . . A bad reputation.
        Because they could stop just by changing their mind at the earliest stages of their brainwashing.

        The real kicker is that almost none of them are valid representatives of the victimhood groups they claim to battle for.

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      • ladybarbara 3 days ago

        @griz I loved to listen to Joan Rivers!!! She could really bite. Too bad that she seriously announced that she knew Michele Obama was a man named Michael. I’m sure she was killed for that.

        As a uniformed maid, I started a job in La Costa, CA. The man that interviewed me for the job of taking care of the house and kitchen (for his wife, Barbara) was a mild mannered, chubbie, bald man. He had his “Manager” with him as he told me the routine in the house. He said that Barbara gets up at 10:00 am and I was to stay out of her way while she dressed in the morning. Her habit was to clean her jewelry and then go out on the balcony to hold her hands out and say, “Oh!!! How they sparkle!!!” — about her diamonds. He instructed me not to go in her bedroom and bathroom to clean until she leaves to go shopping. She loves to go shopping. I was instructed on how to keep the two sets of dishes separate and to boil them —- keeping a Kosher kitchen. Then he quipped that Barbara has to live in La Costa because it is an ambulance ride away from the Golden Door Spa in Escondido, CA. That is when I realized that the bald man talking to me was Don Rickles. He lived in the beach town of Venis and his wife lived in La Costa. Their marriage was so happy because they “dated” when he visited her. His bedroom was as sparse as a Motel 6. Her bedroom was normal for a woman. But there was a red bedroom that looked like the Valentine bedroom of Miss Piggy on the Muppet Show. This bedroom was where Don and Barbara would romance. As the Maid I had to know all the strange habits of the couple. I really loved it when I got to see Don, because I loved his humor, although, he was a milder man in person and not as attacking as his stage persona. But, those were the days when one did not have to guard what they said. And those were the days that people had a thicker skin and could take a joke as a joke.

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        griz 18 hours ago

        @ladybarbara
        The disturbing point is that “the game” many people want to play (cultural Marxism) both requires and rewards an ability to feint injury at anything and everything.

        And it’s a game nobody has ever “won” at.
        (It tends to destroy both the people and the cultures infected with the zeal to play it.).

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