It is typical of America that our great national day is not the celebration of a battle -- or, as in the case of France, the celebration of a riot. It is the celebration of a political act, embedded in a philosophic argument: that the rights of man are universal because they are rooted in the image of God. By Michael Gerson, Wednesday, June 4, 2007; A15
As it turns out none of our holidays celebrate war. They celebrate our presidents, our fallen soldiers, the end of a war, the great navigator Columbus, our flag, ourselves (Labor Day) and my favorite holiday, Thanksgiving.
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I wanted to whip up a post regarding socialism on my blog but sat staring at the screen without a thought in my head for a.long.long.time! Nothing moved within my skull. Even the blood stopped circulating. I was helpless in the grip of writers' block. (Or 'bloc' as we say in New Zealand.)
I am thinking of getting a tinfoil hat.
I have been away from the keyboard for too long.
Say a prayer to the Great Pumpkin for me erp, that I may heal and write again.
Everything is working well again with my PC.
The first step in writing the GNZN (Great New Zealand Novel) is getting your equipment in working order. Now that everything is working, you can put your thoughts in order. You're tackling a very big subject and IMO even though you say you need socialism to keep from starving, I believe that you really don't mean it.
Put the subject aside and write about what you're doing.
BTW, We didn't move. The picture from the bunker is a shot of the beach from a nearby aquarium where Taylor went swimming with the dolphins.
Bunker Central is real however. I'll send you a bunch of other pictures I had posted on the blog in an email. I thought they were inappropriate here now that the blog address is known.
We went to the cinema and saw "Nancy Drew." Are you familiar with that series written by Carolyn Keene in the early part of the 20th century? Those books had a lot to do with my having the guts to do break away from the life my parents had planned for me. The movie disappointed as did "Ratatouille." One smart rat I can take, but swarms of them cooking in a restaurant didn't go over well with my stomach.
More anon.
Never read Nancy Drew. Green Grass of Wyoming, Little Women, Narnia books, all the children's classics were my dope. It was the nuns who taught me who made me into a feminist.
I do want to do a post on socialism leading to communism, particularly in contrast to capitalism, as I feel I don't really understand the ethos of each system. It seems a heavy insult (on the blogs I read) to be called a socialist and I am not even sure I am one. I might be a true blue communist or perhaps even an anarchist at heart. I went through a 'save the planet' period in 1970 and came out relatively undamaged. I really love fur coats now and I don't care if anything is tested on animals. My favourite perfume is Chanel No 5. Would a socialist wear that?
So much to learn - so little time.
A quick shorthand I use is that socialists want to be taken care of and capitalists want to take care of themselves.
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