Why I Will Never Be a Libertarian--Reason 2
He's free to barricade himself in his house and refuse all help, but that doesn't mean we're not obliged to make it available.
Is there anything funnier than tiny cat pants?
It seems unlikely, but my goal in life is to find out.
He's free to barricade himself in his house and refuse all help, but that doesn't mean we're not obliged to make it available.
posted by Aunt B at 2/22/2006 07:36:00 AM
Like Donnell Alexander says, "It's about completing the task of living with enough spontaneity to splurge some of it on bystanders, to share with others working through their own travails a little of your bonus life." But, it's mostly the kind of place that folks looking for "girls and cars" stumble across by accident.
The Butcher--My youngest brother, who lives with me and works as, you guessed it, a butcher. He knows everyone in town.
The Recalcitrant Brother--Our middle brother, who lives in rural Georgia and has a kind of movie star life, if that movie star is Burt Reynolds in Deliverance.
The Reverend--Our Dad, a Methodist minister, perpetually three years from retirement.
Mom--Our Mom. She doesn't get a funny nickname because our mom will not stand for funny nicknames.
Mrs. Wigglebottom--My dog. She's got terrible manners.
The Corporate Shill--Or The Shill, as we call her. My friend from college who was constantly getting me into trouble and going to parties she neglected to tell me about where cute boys would ask her "Where's Aunt B.?"
The Legal Eagle--The Shill's husband.
The Super Genius--She lived next door to me my freshman year of college and we've been friends ever since my first day on the floor.
Miss J.--My first adult friend, meaning the first lasting friendship I made after college. She was my roommate in grad school.
Her Lover--Her Husband.
The Divine Ms. B.--Miss J.'s sister and one of my heroes, because she's brave and funny and mystic and fearless.
JR--My oldest friend. I've known her since I was in the second grade.
Elias--JR's husband and the person who's musical tastes have most strongly affected my own. Oh, how I long to be cooler than him!
The Professor--My closest friend here in Nashville. She's a genius, but she'll never tell you that.
The Man from GM--I've known him since I was 16 and he still hasn't forgiven me for telling him I was a vegetarian when I wasn't.
The Redheaded Kid--No one knows where he comes from or where he goes when he leaves here. I assume he's the Butcher's friend. The Butcher assumes he's mine.
7 Comments:
I kept the price of gas under a dollar a gallon for most of the nineties and all I get is a Certificate of Appreciation?!?!
Please send your donations (guilty liberals) to
The Sarcastro Home for Bitter Veterans and Wayward Girls,
c/o Aunt B
1313 Cooter Place
Nashville, TN 37209
Oh, sweet Sarcastro, I feel compelled, for the sake of our friendship to remind you that I'm an unrepentant old school liberal. If people start sending me money to give to you to appease their guilt, I will steal a good half, if not more, of it to cover my "administrative costs."
So, yes, send money folks! You owe it to Sarcastro.
That comment sums up :"Why I Will Never Be an Old School Liberal--Reason 1"
I think Aunt B's house is a perfect address as a home for Wayward Girls.
Home for Wayward Girls and Deadbeat Stoners is too long to put on a sign.
Are you calling me wayward, Boy Scout?
Sarcastro, I sent you a check last week but I think the fund administrator spent it on ketchup covered pickles she could throw at her dog. Sorry you didn't get your bullets and beer money for that week.
My father is a staunch libertarian b/c he wants to keep all his money. If I hear the argument one more time 'If we weren't taxed to death, people would naturally donate to private social service agencies and churches and they would do the work they should do instead of the gov't doing it'. That's crap,, they wouldn't either!
The week the Lotto came out, they made $32 million - people could donate that before couldn't they and they didn't, People won't part w/ money unless they have something to gain or unless they have to, or unless they have a stake in it and really are caring or altruistic. And if he tells me to read 'Atlas Shrugged' one more time, ... I'll throw a pickle at him, ha! (but I'm set to get a good inheritance, ha!)
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