Solution
Smoke This Recession
It's simple: First we tax the booze. Then we legalize the pot. Done.
It is a time of strange bedfellows and bizarre contortions and extraordinary responses to extreme situations, all overslathered with gobs of panic and dread and oh my God, I might have to sell the Range Rover.
In other words, it is a time -- like you don't already know -- of plentiful alarmist rhetoric, resulting in weird outbursts of ingenuity and wanton ethics-loosening, all in a desperate effort to suck up some much-needed cash.
Translation: Money's tight, baby. City's in trouble. State's deep in the hole. Nation's broke.
Solution? Upend the system. Think differently. Get creative. Demolish Ye Olde Ways. And maybe get a really nice buzz on while you're at it.
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2 Comments:
I hear that anti-capitalist 'events' (my word) are planned for the summer in UK. Hark! The whirring of cash-register cogs in the hangouts of porcine billionaires. Also among their henchmen, the lesser porcine, war pigs and proleticians (if I may?) The porcine have always won for century upon century. "Once more unto the breach, dear friend." Noblesse of the sick infant being killed by malaria. Is there ever a good reason to die?
I think so.
Z
My cousin blew his brains out a week or two ago.
No apparent rhyme or reason, no note, nothing. Nobody saw it coming. Nobody has a clue.
Reasons for living and reasons for dying are strange correlates. I can't figure them. The longer I live the more I just try to be, and be good.
Sounds trite and unhip, never figured I'd become such a simpleton, but I'm grateful for the wizening of time and my devotion to the big picture view.
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