Outside, in the snow somewhere, two souls are still wandering…
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“More people in this election intended to vote for Al Gore, and that is why he should win.”
Que?! Hello, folks!
The law doesn’t give a damn what people intended to do, it only concerns itself with what people have actually done. You can’t count an intended vote, you idiots!
Hell, if I could get rid of my federal tax debt just by intending to pay it off, I’d say we ought to give Al Gore the shit in a second. But somehow I’m guessing that if he won because he thought somebody somewhere intended to vote for him, I’d still owe my big, huge tax debt, regardless of what my intentions were.
What the hell is this, affirmative action of intentions? I’m about to go become a skinhead.
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§ Under the leaves, soil. Under the soil, stone. Under the stone, souls.
§ Radically empowering individuals in society may be the worst mistake we ever made.
§ Want to be a radical? Refuse to suffer. Then, wait for the assault.
§ Goodbye 2017, part two. (The real part.)
§ Sometimes you find home where you’ve never been—and you dwell where you aren’t.
§ The self can’t play Atlas for postmodernity because science is now supernatural.
§ Rehab is universal. So is history.
§ Identity, transcendence, and tactics.
§ Untitled. (a.k.a. Pretty faces, new old photos.)