A good way to evaluate your state of freedom and current capture level of happiness is by looking at yourself carefully. Start with your Maslowian basics, example: food. Are you eating well according to your needs and desires? If not, why? If you’re 100 pounds overweight and it’s not due to a medical condition, maybe it’s a psychological problem, in which case you need to pursue mental health assistance. If so, is that level of care available to you? Is it affordable, timely, etc…? If you are well nourished but don’t like the cut of meat you eat, and really really want a tenderloin as opposed to 90% lean ground beef, question to ask yourself, how important is that to your happiness? If you are oppressed or depressed or poor or somehow financially unfortunate, ask why? Are you lazy? Are you generally incompetent and or disloyal, untrustworthy? Or is the SYSTEM really screwing you? Be realistic about what you do for a living and figure out the economic value your work puts into the gross national product. If you make birdhouses that sell for ten bucks a piece you can’t expect to make more than the total of the cost of materials, your employer’s overhead and reasonable profit for each birdhouse you produce. What the market will bear is really the rule, like it or not. EVERYONE’s work though is valuable, and if your occupation is looked upon as being an unskilled one, requiring little education and or training and or intellectual capacity or creativity, it still might be something that is vital to society’s survival as a whole. “IT’S A DIRTY JOB BUT SOMEONE’S GOTTA DO IT.” Ever hear that? A millionaire might not want to clean out his clogged cesspool, but no one else really does either, and whosoever does it needs to be compensated for taking on the unpleasant task. Ditches still need to be dug. ALL HONEST LABOR is good and valuable. And no one should have to work 2 or 3 jobs to make ends meet. Our work may fetch a different pay scale, but as human beings and members of a healthy society, our TIME on this Earth is of equal value, and that value is not one based on any monetary amount. There is NO SUCH THING as a price on the value of being a parent, and last time I looked, people of ALL ECONOMIC LEVELS ares till breeding and raising children. It’s complicated shit, folks, and the world may very well owe us nothing, but we do owe each other something, and while life isn’t fair, a healthy society must have people who accept and exercise the responsibility to lend a helping hand and fairly fund the greater good, all without overbearing judgement and persecution of the others personal goals, beliefs and or conceptions of happiness that don’t unfairly hinder those of others. The buck stops at the bedroom door.
jack not funny where’s the cow
Nobody calls me on my cell phone. Leastways nobody I know. Unless in case of emergency. Then cell phones are useful. Otherwise, they are just the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.
And NOBODY BUT NO BODDDDYYYYYYY calls a landline anymore. Unless they’re selling something, or looking to steal something. People don’t even make prank calls anymore. Do perverts even breathe heavily over phones anymore? Doubt it. No one’s shocked by that kinda shit anymore. Hell, with porn in its golden age of technology, there’s more people wanting to hear that crap than ever before.
So when I get telephone solicitations I just roll with it and see how stupid the caller really is. I feel sorry for anyone with an American sounding voice who sounds educated and or eloquent, thinking they are there because they just NEED TO EAT, and need the job. Some I let slide, especially if they sound elderly or slightly challenged.
But I PITY the motherfucker with a foreign accent when I hear boiler room buzz chatter in the background and take them to the fucking moon.
And if I’m busy, I just hang up. The above graphic was a moment f fun.
And you GOTTA HAVE fun, folks.
Organic celery seed my ASS… this shit is migratory… I never signed up to have to worry about it stealing my passport, bejeez. There oughta be a big warning sign in the spice aisle, dammit.
today I ask the greatest question that faces the American People…
What country are YOU gonna move to unless a last minute surprise dark horse write in candidate sweeps tomorrow? and my followup question: Who the hell is BillPurkins.com?