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jc972

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I feel cruel, but kinda unknowingly. You see, i found a leather thing i like (liked) and its made of frog leather. Now i had never heard of frog leather so i figured it was a gimmick. Nope. Wrong. I was reading online about exotic leather products or more specifically how they're obtained and lets just say I'm officially appalled. Reading about how the animals are treated was sickening. And before I'm called a hypocrite let me say that Yes I'm a hunter but what i read about was heinous torture, not respectful, humane death. Thinking of my leather couch and recliner at home and the leather seats in the wife's car, the thick leather boots I'm wearing as i write this.... now granted this thing i read was wrote by P.E.T.A. so maybe its a bit biased but maybe it ain't. Now I'm not exactly an animal lover but i won't let one be tortured in my presence, and i don't want a byproduct of it neither. That makes sense don't it? Even other things. Like the knife in my pocket, its bone handled, most likely cow bone. Was the cow tortured before they slaughtered it i wonder? I hope not. The few summers i worked on a cattle farm we didn't kill anything and i took care of the animals like they were my own: feeding them and seeing to it that they were healthy, even delivered a few babies which i became attached to. It was neat having baby calves follow me around the fields wanting to play. Then too there were a lot of nights i'd be in a pickup with my rifle in the fields protecting the cows from coyotes and other mean critters and i never dreamed of people being so cruel to them and other animals. I just figured every cattle outfit was like that. Maybe I'm just naiive. I just hate to think about animals being tortured. Ill shut up now.
 
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S_Spartan

S_Spartan

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Bach. I am very thankful for the music of Bach.

Sometimes when I am feeling very low I put on some Bach, especially the piano music, and I get something from it that is hard to explain.

It consoles and recharges me. All of those notes hit the brain and make it flow again even if just a little.

It doesn't matter which pieces.
The English suites
The French suites
The Toccatas
The Goldberg Variations

And this is especially true when I hear the great Canadian pianist Glenn Gould play them but others are good as well (Schiff, Hewitt)

And I can't forget the solo cello suites (Casals or Rostropovich)
 
BlackPuma

BlackPuma

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Freakin' grammar Nazis, man. Sweet merciful Baracus..

It's astounding how people will deliberately miss the point if you're not using perfect phrasing. It's unbelievable.
 
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Odo

Odo

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So i just saw a news story about a kid who found out he had cancer and decided to live out his bucket list, and everyone considered him an inspiration.

But not me.

Assuming you don't have any familial responsibilities, only having a few years to live makes life a no-brainer. I would spend every last dime of my money because I would know that if I failed and ended up penniless, it wouldn't matter. Even if I didn't die before the money ran out, my cancer would mean people would be there to catch me or support me out of sympathy... people would line up to GIVE me money because of my cancer.

It's much harder to sit here knowing I probably another 40 years or so, so I need to sacrifice and slave away, saving for a time when I'm too old and too broken by years of giving my time to the system to earn any more. And then there's the possibility that I could die tomorrow anyways.

Except for the sickness, cancer patients are lucky... they're relieved of all the endless financial responsibilities and uncertainties and insecurities that make life so shitty. They don't need to care about how climate change is going to cause mass chaos before the end of this century... they're not going to see it, so no worries.

Hearing his story only makes suicide pacts seem like an attractive option.
 
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S_Spartan

S_Spartan

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Odo said:
So i just saw a news story about a kid who found out he had cancer and decided to love out his bucket list, and everyone considered him an inspiration.

But not me.

If I only had a few years to live, it would be a no-brainer. I would spend every last dime of my money because I would know it wouldn't matter. If I failed and ended up penniless, it wouldn't matter. Even if I ran out of money, my cancer would mean people would be there to catch me or support me out of sympathy... people would line up to GIVE me money because of my cancer.

It's much harder to sit here knowing I have at least another 40 years and I have to save that money for when I'm too old to earn any more, and spend the rest of the time working to earn enough to get by.

Cancer patients are lucky... they're relieved of all the endless financial responsibilities and uncertainties that make life so shitty. Hearing his story only makes suicide pacts seem like an attractive option.
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I don't think that many would agree with you but I can feel your pain. Another 40 years, me too, man, me too.

And now they say that we should have like three million saved up for retirement.

And gas will cost like ten dollars a gallon and a loaf of bread will be ten dollars.

I simply can't understand how the average person finds modern life so appealing. There is so little to it. Bad food, bad marriages, debt, being underpaid, bad television, boring cars, boring jobs, boring gossip, paperwork.

There is no beauty. No art. No passion. Just money, bills, debt, keeping the lights on and the holiest of holy: the cable TV!

Men don't walk around with any real aura of bravado and women don't hold themselves with any unique style.

It's all flat!

But mr. and mrs. average will soldier on. Clinging to it all as though is was the greatest thing ever. Showing everyone pictures of their latest trip to Disney.

Sorry I drifted but I feel like ranting. I guess because it's a full moon.
 
Panthagon

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S_Spartan said:
I simply can't understand how the average person finds modern life so appealing.
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Neither can I. My Aunt, who prides herself on being the only one in the family to never be divorced (although if a marriage like hers with a narcissistic **** who's feared by his children is what it takes, count me out) once said she was perfectly happy with being mediocre.
This never made sense to me. Why would you be happy with a life where you're constantly in debt, have the aforementioned husband, a house full of ghosts (his father died there and sister hung herself) that is falling apart and an absolute disgusting sight, a child who bullied the other so much with no intervention that the other now has a (probably permanent) speech impediment, dogs you simply refuse to control and lock up in kennels most of the time, all of which could have been righted or prevented with just a little bit of effort.
Why in HELL would you be satisfied with what you've done?
 
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Lavinialuna

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Look at my dog Mable. She is using her right arm as a pillow!
 
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