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I Don’t Do Cards

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I don’t do cards. Not for birthdays, anniversaries, graduations, baptisms, funerals or Christmas. Never did. I don’t believe in them. In 1996 I met a woman who didn’t believe in cards either. We were married a year later. I’m not saying that was the only reason, but certainly a contributing factor. She also liked John Denver, so there’s that. When you like John Denver, and you meet another person who also likes John Denver, you form a special bond. You don’t have to understand it. It’s not...

Your Self Involvement Is Intruding On My Narcissism

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I can’t stand people who only talk about themselves. Why should I be concerned about your life, your kids, your needs, your fears, when I have so many other issues to be annoyed by? It’s a little selfish if you ask me. I don’t want to offend anyone, but seriously, what we really need are more people who are sensitive to the feelings of others. Maybe take a break from your silly problems for a minute to reflect on the ongoing hell that is my life as I try to navigate a world full of people who...

The Responsibility of Free Speech 

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Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances. These forty-five words encompass the most basic of American rights: freedom of religion, freedom of speech, freedom of the press, the right of assembly, and the right of petition. One might argue that it’s the basis, not only...

Sunday Is My Favorite Day Again

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The world will break your heart ten ways to Sunday. That’s guaranteed. I can’t begin to explain that. Or the craziness inside myself and everyone else. But guess what? Sunday’s my favorite day again. I think of what everyone did for me, and I feel like a very lucky guy. – Silver Linings Playbook When I was a kid, Sundays were always very special days in my house. First, there was always church. My father was an elder and we were involved in Sunday school and youth group...

An Inside Guy

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I’m an inside guy. I like being inside. Everyone wants me to go outside—especially my wife. But almost everything I want to do is inside. Inside is nice. It’s warm in the winter, and cool in the summer. I have wireless, my computer, my books, a nice chair, ice, alcohol. It’s all right there in one convenient place. Isn’t this why we moved out of the wilderness and built homes in the first place? It’s nice inside. I wasn’t always this way. There was a time where I was much more of an outdoors...

You People Are Pissing Me Off

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I’m sure that should just be the title of my blog. You People Are Pissing Me Off. Also the title of my autobiography and the inscription on my tombstone, two things my father likes to point out when faced with an undeniable self-truth: “That’s should be the title of your autobiography.” Another recent revelation came in the form of an email I wrote to said father, in response to an email he sent out to the family where he explained that he had struggled his whole life with being a success. How...

The Civility Of Single File

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I want to talk to you today about civility. That thing that separates us from the birds of the air and the beasts of the field. The ability to live in a society free from mayhem simply because we choose to think about how our actions affect other people. In short, I want to talk to you about traveling single file. I realize this might be something of a mystery to some of you, so let me explain. For centuries, animals and humans have traveled through the world single file. Often it was to hide...

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