rePost:Reclaiming Our World:Paul Wilmott’s Blog: Society Has Finally Risen To The Level Of Its Own Incompetence

loved this post ! read the whole thing!

Society has risen to the level of its own incompetence and at the same time the means to return to a more sensible world has been legislated out of existence. The above we all know. But only some of us really care. If you are one of us, you will already know the solution, but you are perhaps understandably afraid to carry it out. The solution is this…I ask please do your best to bring back freedom of speech and expression; Please be politically incorrect at every opportunity; Tell jokes that are in bad taste; Travel on trains without a ticket, and then for your court appearance hire Cherie Blair as your barrister. Laugh in the faces of health and safety personnel Edmund Burke, the political philosopher, is attributed with the saying “All it takes for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.” I’m not worried about evil, it’s stupidity that is soon going to be victorious. But the world can only continue its descent into madness if you let it.

via Paul Wilmott’s Blog: Society Has Finally Risen To The Level Of Its Own Incompetence.

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Thought Provoking Post::Stumbling and Mumbling: The state and equality

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I’m a big West Wing Fan, and in someways it has shaped how I view things. I still remember a scene where Sam Seaborn‘s  declarations, I pay a lot of taxes and I love it! I may have an unhealthy regard for my abilities but I have no doubt that in the crucial ways I am me because i was fortunated enough to be born to my parents. I was lucky, this was no fault/act of mine. Taxation is a transfer, I love paying taxes, just hope there was more ways to ensure that the transfer is not a transfer to the swiss bank acounts of government officials! .read the whole thing!

But of course, these are only a part of the link between the state and inequality. Tawneyite socialists claim that spending on (say) health and education are forces for equality.

But are they? Julian Le Grand famously argued in a book in 1982 that the rich actually got more than the poor from these services – a claim supported more recently by the Joseph Rowntree Foundation.

In the case of healthcare, the claim is also supported by this paper (pdf). One reason for this is that the poor under-estimate their ill-health and so are less likely to make claims on the health system. Another reason is that the rich live longer (pdf) than the poor, and the bulk of health spending on most individuals comes late in life.

via Stumbling and Mumbling: The state and equality.

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rePost: Thank You Friends:Well – What Are Friends For? A Longer Life – NYTimes.com

“People with stronger friendship networks feel like there is someone they can turn to,” said Karen A. Roberto, director of the center for gerontology at Virginia Tech. “Friendship is an undervalued resource. The consistent message of these studies is that friends make your life better.”

via Well – What Are Friends For? A Longer Life – NYTimes.com.

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rePost:Truth Is Usually A Dangerous Concept, But For Tex It Was Natural – Lakernoise

Hope you can read the whole thing! I was choking up while reading this!. To be a good man, a dream , probably just a dream!

Truth Is Usually A Dangerous Concept, But For Tex It Was Natural

Jack Nicholson’s character in “A Few Good Men” was right. Most people can’t handle the truth. Most people are so fearful of the truth, they need to get drunk just to slur a few words of it. If they dare speak the truth, they feel they have to get up on the pulpit and preach it. That’s about the only way they can manage to deliver it. They definitely don’t want to look people in the eye and say what they think.

via Truth Is Usually A Dangerous Concept, But For Tex It Was Natural – Lakernoise.

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rePost:Guys Don’t Get Married:The Sports Guy Bill Simmons: Welcome to Part 1 of the March Mailbag – ESPN Page 2

hmm.

Q: Why can’t Hollywood make a movie about a guy who doesn’t get married, keeps his friends, loves life, dates hot girls up until they get crazy. But also show his old college roommate married with kids, a nagging wife, a crap job he can’t quit because of the kids and mortgage. This should be made and mandatory viewing for any single male by the time he hits 18. At least he would have a fighting chance. If you have a great marriage awesome. But I would tell you that nine of 10 married guys I know are in the old college roommate state of life right now. Good luck all you engaged men. (Suckers.)

— Gabe B., Waterloo, Iowa

SG: And that wraps up this month’s installment for “Fellas, Don’t Get Married!” By the way, I’d like to give a special shout-out to my buddy Sully, who’s already trained his two young sons to answer the questions “How old will you be before you can think about getting married?” and “Where are you going to college?” with the answers “35” and “South or West.” Now that’s great parenting.

via The Sports Guy Bill Simmons: Welcome to Part 1 of the March Mailbag – ESPN Page 2.

What’s Playing: Picture Me Rollin’ by Tupac

Picture Me Rollin’ by Tupac

(feat. CPO, Danny Boy, Syke)

[Tupac]
Yeah – clear enough for ya? (Is that right?)
(Hahahahaha) Yeah
(Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? (Is that right?)
Y’all supposed to be happy I’m free!
Y’all niggaz look like y’all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah!
Hoe bustaz

Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz
I got no love for these niggaz, there’s no need to be friends
They got me under surveillance, that’s what somebody be tellin
Know there’s dope bein sold, but +I+ ain’t the one sellin!
Don’t want to be another number
I got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under
The federales wanna see me dead – niggaz put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead
Now I’m released, how will I live? Will God forgive me
for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?
One life to live, it’s so hard to be positive
when niggaz shootin at your crib
Mama, I’m still thuggin, the world is a war zone
My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong
Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways
to put some green inside the palms of my empty hands
Just picture me rollin
Flossin a Benz on rims that isn’t stolen
My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone
I’m like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone
My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my hands is swollen
thinkin of the G’s I’ll be holdin, picture me rollin

Can you see me now? Heheheh
Move to the side a little bit so you can get a CLEAR picture
Can you see it? Hahah
Pictue me rollin
Yeah nigga!
Ay but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you
Guess who’s back?

[Syke]
I got ki’s, comin from overseas
Cost a nigga two hundred G’s
I’m a street comando, Nino for example
This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle
So I got to floss cause I’m more like a boss playa
Thug, branded to be a women layer
So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin
Make me wanna start back bangin
So I’m caught up in the game, dress code changed
Packin forty glocks, contain em or rearrange
All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies
While I’m sippin on Re-mi
in front of black Lexus, Chevy’s on the roam
Ninety-six big body, sittin on chrome
As we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on
You can admire, but don’t look too long
I’m livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin
It’s hard to imagine – picture me rollin!

[Danny Boy]
Picture, picture me, picture me rollin
Rollin, picture me rollin
Wheelin, picture me rollin in
Picture me yea yeah

[CPO]
Mmm, I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper
Cause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper
My bitch fin’ to have a bastard, see?
So I needs to hit a lick, drastically
I see some baldin-ass niggaz and they slippin in my spot
And, uh, diggin the plots (so what?)
Checkin in the park, ‘Pac

[Tupac]
We caught em sleepin, he didn’t peep you niggaz creepin?
This how we do it every weekend
I dump for madness, it’s time to count the profit
CPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it
I get the liquor, and you could get the females
This crooked shit that we inflictin gettin street sales

[CPO]
Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my nine
I’m as cool as a motherfucker, I’ma get mine
Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen
Boss Hog and this ‘Pac nigga… picture us rollin

[Danny Boy]
Rollin
Picture me roll-hoee-ollin
Picture me, picture me rollin

[Tupac speaks while Danny Boy keeps singing]
Heheheheheheh
Is y’all ready for me?
Picture me rollin roll call
You know there’s some muh’fuckers out there I just could not forget about
I wanna make sure they can see me
Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities
All you bitch ass C.O.’s
Can you niggaz see me from there?
Ballin on y’all punk ass, ahhaahahah!
Picture me rollin, baby
Yeah, all them niggaz up in them cell blocks
I told y’all niggaz when I come home it’s on
Hmm, that’s right nigga, picture me rollin
Oh, I forgot! The D.A.
Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court
Can the hoe see me from here?
Can you see me, hoe?
Picture me rollin
And all you punk police – can you see me?
Am I clear to you?
Picture me rollin nigga, legit
Free like O.J. all day
You can’t stop me
You know I got my niggaz up in this motherfucker
Manute, Pain, Syke, ?, Mopreme, ??
Can you picture us rollin?
Can you see me hoe? Hehehe
Is y’all ready for me? .. We up out this bitch
Any time y’all wanna see me again
Rewind this track right here, close your eyes
and picture me rollin

I don’t know why but I am feeling a like I am living inside the prison of my mind. This makes me yearn for the moment after spending a long time in prison and you finally get out, I feel their is a moment when you finally feel you re free, not at exactly the time you got out, but at the time you feel you are! I am really yearning for those days!