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Jan. 20th, 2014
Pope Francis
Jan. 20th, 2014 02:17 pmOur super-rich, commonly known today as the one-percenters, are getting antsy about the new pope's emphasis on capitalist greed. You can hear murmurings of threats.
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Billionaire Home Depot founder Ken Langone has a warning for Pope Francis.
A major Republican donor, Langone told CNBC in a story published online Monday that wealthy people such as himself might stop giving to charity if the Pope continues to make statements criticizing capitalism and income inequality.
Langone said he was worried the Pope’s comments about an “exclusionary” “culture of prosperity” that may make some of the rich “incapable of feeling compassion for the poor.”
-- Paul Krugman's blog
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They want to enjoy their lucre without the shame. It would be easier to forgo religion and to embrace cold atheism and amorality. Build a shrine to the principle that might makes right! Leave Christianity to little old ladies and wimpy men.
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Billionaire Home Depot founder Ken Langone has a warning for Pope Francis.
A major Republican donor, Langone told CNBC in a story published online Monday that wealthy people such as himself might stop giving to charity if the Pope continues to make statements criticizing capitalism and income inequality.
Langone said he was worried the Pope’s comments about an “exclusionary” “culture of prosperity” that may make some of the rich “incapable of feeling compassion for the poor.”
-- Paul Krugman's blog
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They want to enjoy their lucre without the shame. It would be easier to forgo religion and to embrace cold atheism and amorality. Build a shrine to the principle that might makes right! Leave Christianity to little old ladies and wimpy men.
New Microwave Oven
Jan. 20th, 2014 03:20 pmHey, I got in my nap, after all. My first attempt was aborted when Pop drove in with the new microwave oven. He actually bought a smaller cheap-o edition. He had held off on it while he could, as we toyed with the quirkiness of the old one until it became too bothersome to handle. It is one thing when it comes to buying cowboy hats and fun stuff, but he really feels the pinch when it comes to mere necessities. But at least we are set now, right?
Pop and the Last of the Sun
Jan. 20th, 2014 05:20 pmPouring himself a glass of wine, Pop says, “It’s been a busy day. I think I’m going to sit outside and enjoy the last of the sun.” I guess there is a little poetry in his soul. This could be a metaphor for his old age. It’s too bad that we don’t have a scenic view anywhere.
Steppenwolf
Jan. 20th, 2014 06:12 pmOur aging and depressed steppenwolf gets to enjoy some sexy times with a young woman, and it cheers him enough to put his life into a more glowing perspective, as his mind conjures up the pictures, or memories, from his life.
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These pictures - there were hundred of them, with names and without - all came back. They rose fresh and new out of this night of love, and I knew again, what in my wretchedness I had forgotten, that they were my life’s possession and all its worth. Indestructible and abiding as the stars, these experiences, though forgotten, could never be erased. Their series was the story of my life, their starry light the undying value of my being. My life had become weariness. It had wandered in a maze of unhappiness that led to renunciation and nothingness; it was bitter with the salt of all human things; yet it had laid up riches; riches to be proud of. It had been for all its wretchedness a princely life. Let the little way to death be as it might, the kernel of this life of mine was noble. It had purpose and character and turned not on trifles, but on the stars.
-- “Steppenwolf” by Hermann Hesse
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These pictures - there were hundred of them, with names and without - all came back. They rose fresh and new out of this night of love, and I knew again, what in my wretchedness I had forgotten, that they were my life’s possession and all its worth. Indestructible and abiding as the stars, these experiences, though forgotten, could never be erased. Their series was the story of my life, their starry light the undying value of my being. My life had become weariness. It had wandered in a maze of unhappiness that led to renunciation and nothingness; it was bitter with the salt of all human things; yet it had laid up riches; riches to be proud of. It had been for all its wretchedness a princely life. Let the little way to death be as it might, the kernel of this life of mine was noble. It had purpose and character and turned not on trifles, but on the stars.
-- “Steppenwolf” by Hermann Hesse
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