Robots

The only way for life to be fair would be for us to lose free will.

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Who Goes To A Wake?

Pretty much family, friends, and whoever wants to see your dead body.

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Laws And Order

Our laws must pertain to what is best for our physical selves, not our souls.

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Let Me Clarify The Prior Post

The plant’s drug component is actually its defense. When subordinate life forms consume this plant, the ensuing mental and physical effects scare them from ever doing it again. Many people find pleasure in these effects. Subordinate life forms learn to leave the plant alone. Many people (the most intelligent life form) do not.

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Remove The Weed

The plant’s best defense should be a bad offence.

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Honest Me

People who trust me get burned.

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Do You Help Others Basically Because It Makes You Feel Good?

How selfish of you.

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Look At Life

Oftentimes, “troublemakers” are not the ones who made the trouble.

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Can You Read My Mind

I was in the fourth grade during the 1986-1987 school year. A “booty bop” transpired whenever a boy ran, jumped, and used his backside to propel an unsuspecting boy forward. Fourth grade boys had to constantly be on guard outside of the classroom. My friend, Brian, approached me one day after school and suggested that we booty bop each other at the same time. It would be like a joust and the loser would be the one who was propelled farther from the midpoint. It sounded like fun so I agreed. We both took our starting positions. All of a sudden, I thought of how funny it would be if I crouched down right before the planned collision and Brian flew over me and landed on his butt. We both began to run. I decided to do it.

My timing was perfect and Brian’s back landed on the pavement. I started to laugh hysterically and got up. Brian was silent for a few seconds. He stated, “You could have hurt me!” He slowly got up. I kept laughing and distanced myself out of fear. He ended up punching me in my left shoulder a few times. I would refer back to this incident whenever I needed a good laugh for years later. I would picture him dressed like Superman and in slow motion as he ran, jumped, flew, and hit the ground. It took me a long time to realize that what I had done could have paralyzed or killed Brian. I thank God that Brian was alright. I was just reminded of this ordeal after listening to Maureen McGovern’s beautiful Can You Read My Mind (the love theme from the 1978 movie Superman). Laughter is not the best medicine when it is toxic.

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I Wonder If De Beers Likes Donkeys

De Beers can kiss my ass.

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