Posted on 02/05/2003 1:11:58 PM PST by yonif
Something my DOG can do without any higher education...
LOL! Excellent.
If it were as simple as you state then why didn't you just "VOTE" to eliminate rent? Or is there more to the picture?
"Co-Operative" means owned by the collective, not the individual. What is the definition of Socialism and in which countries has it been overwhelmingly successful?
Not certain what your "Co-Operative's" rules and regs were but I suspect you had very little to say about what is what without a Majority Vote of the collective and had to abide by the RULES AND REGULATIONS OF THE CO-OPERATIVE....
Cable TV? Not without approval of the collective. Upgrades to the dorm/house? Not without approval of the collective. Remodeling the bedrooms? Not without approval of the collective.
So to answer your question, you might not be a socialist but while you were at college you surrendered your living style to socialism.....
The premise of your cooperative style of energy usage as well as all cooperatives is faulty due simply to the fact that there are members of that cooperative who participate less in the consumption of whatever but are forced to pay their "fair share" based on the equalization of the dispursement of energy usage.
LOL....bet that made you very popular. My roommate who is a grad student TA wants me to come in to lecture his class. I've been putting it off because work has been so busy. Maybe I will ask him schedule time next week.
Oh what a great idea! And 15 years ago I spent my entire first week on the SDSU campus being warned repeatedly about rape.
The more things change.....
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What the heck?
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"five-bean, vegetarian competition"
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My guess....is it won't be like this Texas chili cook-off. hehehe......
Recently Frank was lucky enough to be the 100,000th attendee at the State Fair in Austin, Texas. The prize was to be a judge at the chili cook-off. Frank was assured by the other two judges (Native Texans) that it would be a fun event and a true taste of Texas hospitality. They assured Frank that the chili wouldn't be all that spicy, and besides, they told Frank that he would be provided with all the beer he needed during the tasting, so he very gladly accepted.
Here are the scorecards from the event:
*****Chili # 1: Mike's Maniac Mobster Monster Chili
JUDGE ONE: A little too heavy on tomato. Amusing kick.
JUDGE TWO: Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild.
FRANK: Holy crap, what the hell is this stuff? You could remove dried paint from your driveway with it. Took me two beers to put the flames out. Hope that's the worst one. These Texans are crazy.
******Chili # 2: Arthur's Afterburner Chili
JUDGE ONE: Smoky, with a hint of pork. Slight Jalapeno tang.
JUDGE TWO: Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.
FRANK: Keep this out of reach of children! I'm not sure what I am supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver. They had to walkie-talkie in 3 extra beers when they saw the look on my face.
*****Chili # 3: Fred's Famous Burn Down the Barn Chili
JUDGE ONE: Excellent firehouse chili! Great kick. Needs more beans.
JUDGE TWO: A beanless chili, a bit salty, good use of red peppers.
FRANK: Call the EPA, I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now. Barmaid pounded me on the back; now my backbone is in the front part of my chest.
*****Chili # 4: Bubba's Black Magic
JUDGE ONE: Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing.
JUDGE TWO: Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a chili.
FRANK: I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it. Sally, the bar maid, was standing behind me with fresh refills; at 300 lb. she is starting to look HOT, just like this nuclear-waste I'm eating.
*****Chili # 5: Linda's Legal Lip Remover
JUDGE ONE: Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground adding considerable kick. Very impressive.
JUDGE TWO: Chili using shredded beef; could use more tomato. Must admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.
FRANK: My ears are ringing, and I can no longer focus my eyes. I farted and four people behind me burst into flames. The contestant seemed offended when I told her that her chili had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from a pitcher. It really pisses me off that the other judges asked me to stop screaming. Screw those rednecks!
*****Chili # 6: Vera's Very Vegetarian Variety
JUDGE ONE: Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. good balance of spice and peppers.
JUDGE TWO: The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic. Superb.
FRANK: My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous, sulfuric flames. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except Sally. I need to wipe my ass with a snow cone!
******Chili # 7: Susan's Screaming Sensation Chili
JUDGE ONE: A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers.
JUDGE TWO: Ho Hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chili peppers at the last moment. I should note that I am worried about Judge Number 3. He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is cursing uncontrollably.
FRANK: You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn't feel a damn thing. I've lost the sight in one eye, and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with chili which slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava-like crap to match my damn shirt. At least during the autopsy they'll know what killed me. I've decided to stop breathing, it's too painful. Screw it, I'm not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air, I'll just suck it in through the 4 inch hole in my stomach.
*****Chili # 8: Helen's Mount Saint Chili
JUDGE ONE: A perfect ending... this is a nice blend chili, safe for all, not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.
JUDGE TWO: This final entry is a good, balanced chili, neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge Number 3 passed out, fell and pulled the chili pot on top of himself. Not sure if he's going to make it. Poor Yank.
FRANK: -----(editor's note: Judge #3 was unable to report)
Actually some of the Slackers in the Co-Op actually proposed that we eliminate rent or reduce to levels where the corporation would lose money and go bankrupt. However, the more levelheaded, studious and industrious in the Co-Op understood that if we failed to pay our mortgage that the Department of Education who held the note on the house would foreclose. The budgets developed by students living in the house included everything from the mortgage payment to insurance, capital improvements, food etc.
The Co-Ops rental rates were less than half the cost of University owned student housing, privately owned student housing, apartments and fraternity houses. Co-Ops often have a long waiting list of potential residents and the members And yes all improvements to the house but not individual private rooms had to be approves by the membership.
However, my fellow student at UT that lived in traditional student housing had no say whatsoever in improvements that were done or not done to their dorms or apartments.
BTW- When William Bennett was at University of Texas working on his PHD he lived in the same house that I later lived. I would hardly call William Bennett a Socialist.
BWAHAHA... I'd a just got me some extra fried chicken...
Don't know if you're north or south o' the Mason-Dixon but maybe things are different down here in Virginia-- one recent MLK Day, a bud of mine was pleased as pie to find that the cafeteria workers (most of whom are black) prepared, unannounced, a sumptuous spread of chicken, biscuits, cornbread, grits, collard greens, and lots o' other traditional Suthrun fare.
I resemble the assumption that fried chicken, grits and collard greens are a racial thing. All God's children like 'em. Especially when they're on sale.
In the public sector where co-ops are common, admittance into such govt. subsidized housing is restricted to those who are financially handicapped and are ultimately funded by you and I. While I have never attended college, I have nevertheless been employed since I was 16 years old and have never received a dime from the Feds. So when I hear the term Co-Op I automatically think of my hard earned limited finances as going to finance the housing of someone who has chosen a lifestyle limiting themselves to such govt. housing...
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