Ten Essential Thoughts *



PETA says humans are not better than animals. They say animals are the same as people. They also claim that they are better than other people. Other people are, in fact, no better than animals.

Every life is precious, but not every life is necessary. Fortunately, they pass. They need not pass unpleasantly.

Money is not wealth. It is only marks in clay to record labors. Wealth can not be gained, bought, sold, or traded unless it bears the mark of real work, either of the hand or of the brow. By itself, money accomplishes nothing. It is shells on the beach.

Taxes upon commerce harm economic welfare. A tax on commerce taxes most who can afford it least. The rich get poorer and the poor get destitute, making the rich look richer.

Labor in excess of need is capital. Capital dwindles if not invested in enabling the further production of wealth.

Political power grows from the consent of the governed. Consent may be obtained by force, by falsehood or by free choice.

Mathematically, based solely on the odds, the existence of mankind is eliminated as a serious probability. Go Cubs!

When God speaks to fools, they become prophets to the masses. They bring the wisdom addressed to a fool to any who will listen. This is how social movements, blogs and billiards games start.

In navigating the course of history, I should rather have Samuel Clemens at the helm of my ship of state than Abraham Lincoln. In plowing up a new course of history in the banks of the old through expenditure of progress, however, I suppose it hardly matters what Captain Crunch takes you aground.

Great humanitarians will teach that love is more important than possessions.
They will often promote the equitable distribution of wealth without the equitable distribution of effort, expressing a lack of love for those who have obtained possessions through their efforts. This combination of spin, circular reasoning and deflection is known as a Masse Shot in billiards.

*All thoughts here expressed, both the meaningless and the pointless, are entirely my own.
Well, the thoughts have independent existence, really, but the grime is mine.