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Cerridwen

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Gender: Female
Hometown: Las Vegas, Nevada
Home country: United Corporate States of the US
Current location: Las Vegas, Nevada
Member since: Thu Jun 24, 2004, 10:32 AM
Number of posts: 13,231

About Me

Hairy, scary, pro-abortion, 'rad fem', doing my best to piss off the "religious" right and MRAs everywhere.

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Thread etiquette question for you.

When you create an original post/thread, do you try to respond to all who reply?

I've wondered the threadicate of responding to the posters who take the time to reply to an OP.

If the thread is days old and on page 3 or 4 of the archives, I tend to leave it as a dead thread. Other times, depending on the topic and the discussion, I'll go ahead and revive a recently demised thread. If the thread is active, I try to get to each individual reply. Would you consider that too much noise to message ratio?

What about you? Have any ideas about thread etiquette?


A day in the life of the self made man.

He arises at 4:00am. He knows it's 4:00am because he can read the stars and their place in heavens above him on his plot of land, on which he lives with no deed/patent from the evil government and which he found as he was crawling on fours; merely an infant. He learned how to read the stars and the time through his observations during his toddler years. The scientific method was his preferred mode of learning. Though, as yet, he knew not that it had a name.

His toddler years.

Quite dismal by our standards as he was reduced to eating anything his chubby little fingers could place into his mouth as he was crawling on all fours. The self made man has no parent having sprung from the head of Zeus or some such; fully formed as an infant but fully capable, unlike other lesser mammals, of living without nourishment until such time as he could learn which leaves and berries were safe to eat.

But he did it, this self made infant, without the help or nurturing of any parent; naked and alone in the wild; avoided by any wildlife who, under normal circumstances, might perceive him as prey or lunch or snack. Fortunately for the self made man, the predators recognized his unique position as the self made infant and left him to live and to fend for himself. No wolf boy, our self made man, as the wolves knew they were not worthy of such a task as raising the self made infant to boyhood.

Upon arising, our self made man, dons the clothes of his own making. He planted the seed, harvested the crop, spun the fiber, wove the fiber, and sewed his own clothing which he intuited he should have; all with his own chubby fingers, then with his more dexterous fingers as he grew into the self made child.

He just knew how to plant and to grow and to water and to fertilize (okay, maybe that was an accident when he still hadn't knowledge of the outhouse) the seed which he had just known he needed to grow the crop to create his own clothes which he just knew he needed in order to be successful in the world in which he's never traversed.

As he dons his self made clothes, cleaned with his self made soap, he thinks of his goals for the day.

He puts the water from his self made well, on his self made stove to heat up for his self grown coffee crop. Fortunately, oh wait, no, Fortune has nothing to do with our self made man. Our self made infant knew to find a place in which he could grow the beans for coffee and find clean and safe water for drinking and making coffee and bathing. He intuited the bathing part as he noticed the not-self made animals held their nose at his stink. But, I digress.

He puts the water on the stove to heat using his self cut wood which he knew to chop since he is self made infant/child/man and waits for the water to boil so he can make his self made coffee.

With his coffee he has his self made cereal; harvested from his self made farm while reading the Wall Street Journal so he can see how his self made stocks are doing.

Wait? Wut? Of course he taught himself to read and to understand "The Market". He's a self made man.

Not a whit of education or help from parent or human, much less government, our self made man has taught himself, with no books, or tutors, or teachers, how to read, how to do sums, how to track ROI, and how to run a business, with no input, from any human or animal, at any stage of his self made development.

He grows his own clothes, grows his own food, cleans his own self made self, manufactures his own tools, learns his own lessons, knowns for his own self made self the markers of success, and treats his own wounds and illness.

No one gave him anything. He did it all on his own.

He is a wonder.

He is a super man.

He is...The Self Made Man.

"But, if by 'Liberal'..."

Accepting the NY Liberal Party Nomination, 1960

But if by a "Liberal" they mean someone who looks ahead and not behind, someone who welcomes new ideas without rigid reactions, someone who cares about the welfare of the people -- their health, their housing, their schools, their jobs, their civil rights, and their civil liberties -- someone who believes we can break through the stalemate and suspicions that grip us in our policies abroad, if that is what they mean by a "Liberal," then I'm proud to say I'm a "Liberal."



Then, he continued:

I believe in human dignity as the source of national purpose, in human liberty as the source of national action, in the human heart as the source of national compassion, and in the human mind as the source of our invention and our ideas. It is, I believe, the faith in our fellow citizens as individuals and as people that lies at the heart of the liberal faith. For liberalism is not so much a party creed or set of fixed platform promises as it is an attitude of mind and heart, a faith in man's ability through the experiences of his reason and judgment to increase for himself and his fellow men the amount of justice and freedom and brotherhood which all human life deserves.

I believe also in the United States of America, in the promise that it contains and has contained throughout our history of producing a society so abundant and creative and so free and responsible that it cannot only fulfill the aspirations of its citizens, but serve equally well as a beacon for all mankind. I do not believe in a superstate. I see no magic in tax dollars which are sent to Washington and then returned. I abhor the waste and incompetence of large-scale federal bureaucracies in this administration as well as in others. I do not favor state compulsion when voluntary individual effort can do the job and do it well. But I believe in a government which acts, which exercises its full powers and full responsibilities. Government is an art and a precious obligation; and when it has a job to do, I believe it should do it. And this requires not only great ends but that we propose concrete means of achieving them.

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Our liberalism has its roots in our diverse origins. Most of us are descended from that segment of the American population which was once called an immigrant minority. Today, along with our children and grandchildren, we do not feel minor. We feel proud of our origins and we are not second to any group in our sense of national purpose. For many years New York represented the new frontier to all those who came from the ends of the earth to find new opportunity and new freedom, generations of men and women who fled from the despotism of the czars, the horrors of the Nazis, the tyranny of hunger, who came here to the new frontier in the State of New York. These men and women, a living cross section of American history, indeed, a cross section of the entire world's history of pain and hope, made of this city not only a new world of opportunity, but a new world of the spirit as well.


Please read the rest at the above link.


Have a happy, healthy, safe, holiday.

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