Posted on 03/29/2011 8:57:23 PM PDT by Christus_Rex
Yes, tax the Super Rich. Tax them now. Before the other 99% rise up, trigger a new American Revolution, a meltdown and the Great Depression 2.
We know the Super Rich dont care. Not about you. Nor the American public. They cant see. Cant hear. Stay trapped in their Forbes-400 bubble. An echo chamber that isolates them. They see the public as faceless workers, customers, taxpayers. See GOP power on the ascent. Reaganomics is back. Unions on the run. Clueless masses are easily manipulated.
Even Obama is secretly working with the GOP, will never touch his Super Rich donors. Yes, the Super-Rich Delusion is that powerful, infecting all America.
Heres how one savvy insider who knows described this Super-Rich Delusion: The top 1% live privileged lives, arent worried about much. Families vacation at the best resorts. Their big concerns are finding the best Pilates teacher, best masseuse, best surgeons, best private schools. They arent concerned with the underlying deterioration of America or the world, except in the abstract, because they arent directly affected by it. Thats not to say they arent sympathetic, aware, or dont talk about the issues you bring up. They are largely concerned with protecting and enhancing their socio-economic positions, ensuring their families live well. And nothing you write about will change things.
(Excerpt) Read more at marketwatch.com ...
Afternoon. I took the byos on a walk to the Baptist church cemetery. Pretty interesting, a few veterans, one or two interesting names. The church has only been there since the 1970s, so it wasn’t real historic; on the other hand, it was easy to read the markers!
Oh, but surely our interaction with the magic must consist in both inward and outward components.
Consider that the magic may be "in" us in the same way that the a radio signal is "in" the radio. The radio transduces the signal into the music that we hear, but the signal, itself, is from beyond the radio. In like manner, the magic is from beyond us, but we are receivers, and transducers; we both receive the magic for ourselves, for our personal pleasure; and we convert the magic into forms perceptible to others for the mutual pleasure of all.
The magic exists beyond us, and would exist even if we did not. We are blessed to perceive it, to share it with one another, to participate in it through imitation by our own crude methods, and to take pleasure in so doing, but the magic itself, while it stirs great inspiration within us, comes from without. And while we draw great pleasure from our interactions with it, the magic ultimately exists, and is created, for the pleasure of The One Who IS its Source.
So, we use the tools of science to share the magic of gravity, and radiation with a broader mass of humanity. We use art to share the magic of that which we have seen only in our own mind's eye, but in all cases what products we manifest are inferior to that which we have received.
The scientist, in sharing the magic of gravity remains aware that what he is explaining is but a mote of "known" in a vast cosmic realm of as-yet unknown things. He speaks at length about the magical effects of gravity all the while perceiving inwardly the magic of the unexplained cause.
The magical work of the artists hands never reaches the perfection magic sees in his mind. As a well-composed photograph of the Grand Canyon is less than a firsthand view from the same vantage point, so always the magical inner vision given to the artist surpasses the magic by which he makes it manifest to others. As Beethoven's symphonies were all the more beautiful and stirring as he, himself heard them in his own head. By his art, he blessed us all with great and stirring reproductions, but they are lesser lights than the flame that enlivened and moved his own heart to transcribe them for the rest of us.
In all of these things our grasp of the magic we know, compels us — if we be sensible men — to pursue understanding of more. We stand in awe that He has deigned to share His magic with us to what extent we now perceive it, and has given us to know that the magic we have known is but the smallest splinter of all the magic that He commands. Out of this sense of awe He entices us daily to inquire of Him that we may know more of His magic.
Having by that, and many other, means drawn us toward Him, He gives to us His Invitation, to which our "Yes" is His heart's most dearly held desire: that we would engage the pursuit of the Deepest Magic of all; namely to perfectly know not only the magic, but The Magician.
How does your interaction with an author’s work change when you read from the Kindle, versus reading from a hardcopy; or does it change at all?
For me, a real nuisance would be not being able to look back up the page more than a few lines, at the facing page, or back a few pages to wherever the author mentioned why this character had a dead cat on his head and an onion sandwich. Of course, you can back up, but turning pages back ... “Oh, it was on the first page of the chapter!” ... is much more efficient than scrolling up text.
haven’t thought about summer yet, except for all the work to restore the gardens, pull out English Ivy, etc.
So far, not at all. It's nice not messing with a bookmark to keep my place, but that's offset by not being able to readily tell the length of an item in a collection. The ability to change font size is a real bonus for poor light situations (+ I might be needing new reading glasses). It's also nice to have it all fairly compact.
But when they sell ebooks at full price, I'm still buying paper.
And jumping around during a Bible study -- though I'm still a little clumsy with the Kindle, paper still looks better.
I wonder if we could tax the “super rich” to pay someone to weed our gardens?
Gasp.
I never should have shown you the Canadian Tire commercial.
Sorry DP.
Did you grow a cat?
Hmmm.
As good an answer as any, I guess. :-)
Really good answers do one of two things:
They make you glad you asked the question, or
They make you regret you asked the question.
How about if they garden our weeds?
Heads Up!
Our garage is still a disaster, but Tom did the lawns today, at least.
What I’ve read of the Percy Jackson (and related) books has been clever and well-plotted. Tom got some good marks for the piece he read from “The Lost Hero” in a speech competition earlier this year.
Tom has just started reading the Steven Brust “Dragaera” novels, of which there are a dozen or more. He’ll end up a font of snarky dialogue, just like Anoreth.
Ah, yes. There but for the forbearance of God, do I not go.
On reflection, Angela perceived that her relationship with Tom had always been rocky, not quite a roller-coaster ride but more like when the toilet-paper roll gets a little squashed so it hangs crooked and every time you pull some off you can hear the rest going bumpity-bumpity in its holder until you go nuts and push it back into shape, a degree of annoyance that Angela had now almost attained.
—Rephah Berg, Oakland California (2002 Winner)
http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/lyttony.htm
Have you heard of the The Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest.
I heard on the radio today that if you wear a camouflage hat nobody can tell what your thinking.
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