It's Graduation Season, and time for all kinds of inspiring thoughts from Olds to Youngs, mostly aimed at telling the Youngs to not fuck things up as badly as the Olds did. One exception, of course, was Kurt Vonnegut, who reminded graduates at Bennington in 1970 that they couldn't possibly hope to save the world because they had no money or power: "You don't even know how to handle dynamite." But he nonetheless urged them, once they did gain some money and power, to work for a form of socialist government. That's still much better advice than the
Does anyone even sell "Question Authority" tee shirts any more?
I got one when I was in college (hella long time ago; I mistakenly voted for Anderson in my very first election). One of my professors broke out into a huge grin when he saw it, buttonholed me after class, and proceeded to complain about the decline in student activism since the sixties. Which was kinda cool. My other professors looked at me and frowned, except one who told me to put on my jacket.
I hear ISIS is paying a nice signing bonus. The downside is that the prospect of leaving in ten years is nil.
Good on ya. Many US Americans don't have maps.
SPF 5000?
Their severance package is a killer.
Which is now killing the fish. We are screwed 5 ways from Sunday.
It's 'bet your sweet BP'!https://www.youtube.com/wat...
Greenpeace is slowly becoming the PETA of the environmental preservation movement, and the EPA was gutted years ago by lobbyists.
Christ, now I'm depressed. Thank god it's almost beer o'clock.
That's 16.8 years of 100-hour work-weeks, or 42 years of 40-hour work-weeks. That's actually somewhat plausible.
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FOX - For Old Xenophobes?...
Yer talkin' 'bout my daughter, so I'm holding back a shot off the bow....
Nice one, Slick!
I bought a paperback of Kurt Vonnegut's essays during the 70s and wished he written several more volumes of them.
Does anyone even sell "Question Authority" tee shirts any more?
I got one when I was in college (hella long time ago; I mistakenly voted for Anderson in my very first election). One of my professors broke out into a huge grin when he saw it, buttonholed me after class, and proceeded to complain about the decline in student activism since the sixties. Which was kinda cool. My other professors looked at me and frowned, except one who told me to put on my jacket.
Sock it to me!
Their parents, maybe.