Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
Self-Checkout aisles are like wheelchair ramps for introverts.
I guess my political conversion is complete. Took the political orientation quiz on the same page and scored dead nuts "Libertarian." I have no home. But that's OK. I'm no herd animal.
I like this one.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-IJBbtkBMMsTed
Whoa, Lorimor. You do have a home. You're in it. Denizens of this little corner of the internet are hard to herd, but we're welded together by a fairly uniform belief in the sovereignty of the individual citizen. My personal dream is that we, the cheerfully unorganized, will eventually get our act together well enough to pound some political and moral sense into the Libertarian party or, more likely, its successor.
That's even more amusing to me at the moment, since I'm listening to the audiobook of "the omnivores dilemma", and have spent the last few hours listening to how bad our industrial corn/beef farming system is (which I partly agree with and partly don't).
Chris-Simple solution to the factory farming problem-- more hunting! Wild meat is so much more tasty.
Dixie, I like the way you think.
Heh. One of the most ironic things about hunting is the fact that the best way to conserve an animal is to hunt it.I saw a lecture a few years ago by the local game warden about whitetail deer. When the Pilgrims landed, there were about 500,000 east of the Mississippi. There are now 150,000,000. And 1/3 of those are killed every year.
I think there are 50k here on the Peninsula preserved from all harm by anti-hunting NatureNazis and PETAdroids. At least when the Big One hits we'll have a food source besides all the damn Canadian Geese out at the golf courses.
Take your pick, down the hall, right into the rotating knives. (What, you wanted a block of flats?)Jim
Tam ~I was a little worried to discover you'd laughed at that. But I couldn't decide if I was worried that you had, or that I hadn't.
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