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Uly The Cunning
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11/09/2018 6:45 pm  

What is worth something in this world is time. In fact, time is the most valuable commodity that we own. It is finite, easily lost and often forgotten. Women are a black hole to time. They suck in all that could have been used to expand knowledge and advancement just for a few cheap words and worthless possessions. 

"Remember, you're fighting for this woman's honor, which is probably more than she ever did."
Groucho Marx: Duck Soup (1933)


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uoSʎWodɹɐH
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15/10/2018 12:47 am  

What's a "chicken little story" can you elaborate?

Chicken little story is not a parlance I am familiar with and I am unclear what you are labeling as one.

The story of Henny Penny, also called Chicken Little, or sometimes Chicken-licken (not to be confused with “Finger-licken” from Kentucky Fried Chicken), the terrified little chicken convinced that the sky is falling and that life as we, or at least as chickens know it, is over, is common throughout European folklore—so common that “the sky is falling!” and “Chicken Little” and related names have become bywords for fearmongering, and the often tragic results that occur.

Chicken Little

Chicken Little likes to walk in the woods. She likes to look at the trees. She likes to smell the flowers. She likes to listen to the birds singing.

One day while she is walking an acorn falls from a tree, and hits the top of her little head.

- My, oh, my, the sky is falling. I must run and tell the lion about it, - says Chicken Little and begins to run.

She runs and runs. By and by she meets the hen.

- Where are you going? - asks the hen.

- Oh, Henny Penny, the sky is falling and I am going to the lion to tell him about it.

- How do you know it? - asks Henny Penny.

- It hit me on the head, so I know it must be so, - says Chicken Little.

- Let me go with you! - says Henny Penny. - Run, run.

So the two run and run until they meet Ducky Lucky.

- The sky is falling, - says Henny Penny. - We are going to the lion to tell him about it.

- How do you know that? - asks Ducky Lucky.

- It hit Chicken Little on the head, - says Henny Penny.

- May I come with you? - asks Ducky Lucky.

- Come, - says Henny Penny.

So all three of them run on and on until they meet Foxey Loxey.

- Where are you going? - asks Foxey Loxey.

- The sky is falling and we are going to the lion to tell him about it, - says Ducky Lucky.

- Do you know where he lives? - asks the fox.

- I don't, - says Chicken Little.

- I don't, - says Henny Penny.

- I don't, - says Ducky Lucky.

- I do, - says Foxey Loxey. - Come with me and I can show you the way.

He walks on and on until he comes to his den.

- Come right in, - says Foxey Loxey.

They all go in, but they never, never come out again.

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at the idiots who misunderstand me! Kind mockery toward the well-intentioned and unfettered cruelty toward all would-be prison guards of my creative possibilities. In this way I learn to revel as much in misunderstanding as in understanding and take pleasure in worthy opponents. Making language fluid, flowing like a river, yet precise and pointed as a dirk, contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful verbal dance—a linguistic martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.


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uoSʎWodɹɐH
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15/10/2018 1:19 am  

Uly The Cunning  wrote: What is worth something in this world is time. In fact, time is the most valuable commodity that we own. It is finite, easily lost and often forgotten. Women are a black hole to time. They suck in all that could have been used to expand knowledge and advancement just for a few cheap words and worthless possessions. 

A&men  brother Uly  My skills services and time of life is what I use for currency.  My right to work is defined as my right to contract my skills services and time of life as I see fit.. Not as someone else sees fit. When I handed my remaining years to my father to use at his will, my time of life became priceless..

That caused the fiat currency to collapse in value for me personally. 

Working with my hands and back is not worth the effort.

Life as I had known it is over.

The sky is not falling for me. 

The heavenly law above this nation has descended around me.

Financial independence does not come with great wealth.

It comes with a private purse holding one single silver dollar.

With that private purse one may make the truthful claim.

I have more lawful money than my indebted government!  

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at the idiots who misunderstand me! Kind mockery toward the well-intentioned and unfettered cruelty toward all would-be prison guards of my creative possibilities. In this way I learn to revel as much in misunderstanding as in understanding and take pleasure in worthy opponents. Making language fluid, flowing like a river, yet precise and pointed as a dirk, contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful verbal dance—a linguistic martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.


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