"Man is #disturbed not by #things, but by the views he takes of them."
-- #Epictetus
Cusses like #fuck.
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Cusses like #fuck.
Cusses like #fuck.
"The #happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your #thoughts: therefore, guard accordingly, and take care that you entertain no notions unsuitable to #virtue and reasonable nature."
-- #MarcusAurelius
-- #MarcusAurelius
Randahl Fink"Why fight my friend Vladimir Putin, when we can fear immigrants in the US instead?"
(Yes, the attached image is a screen shot of a real post from #ElonMusk)
David Lo Pun‘Henry Ford invented the 40 hour work week’ is a very strange way to say ‘Henry Ford claimed credit for changes he was forced to adopt after a hard fought campaign by the union members he despised’.
"There is no shelter from aging and #death.
Knowing this #inevitability,
Seek joy instead in the #goodness of your actions."
-- #Buddha
Knowing this #inevitability,
Seek joy instead in the #goodness of your actions."
-- #Buddha
KevAliens arrive: we have killed your leaders and taken control of your planet.
Us: oh thank god
Aliens: you are now citizens of ... Wait what
𝐿𝒶𝓃𝒶 
"Why can't we just agree to disagree on politics?"
My dude.
- Agree to disagree was called pro-choice. You ended it and shoved authoritarian control of women's bodies down our throats.
- Agree to disagree was called LGBTQ inclusion. You banned it from schools, libraries, bathrooms, sports and the military.
- Agree to disagree was called Black Lives Matter. You mocked it and spat on it and threatened us with violence if we "try that in a small town".
- Agree to disagree was called Democracy. You traitors tried to kill it and install a military coup of your orange god emperor instead.
So no. Apparently, "we" CAN'T agree to disagree. And that's entirely your fault.
God 
George PenneySo we woke late last night to the sound of Madame Harriet, one of our #cat overlords here at our current #UK housesit, making kind of noise that any cat person will immediately recognise as "I am walking through the house with a present for you. Get ready for entrails. Yay entrails!"
We promptly turned on the light to see her sitting on the end of our bed with one of my socks in her mouth. She was proudly declaring she'd killed it for us.
The sock looked decidedly dead. If it could have entrails, they would have been on show. She obviously understood how to murder a sock with both skill and panache.
We thanked her for her services to the Society for Making Sure There Is Only Ever One Sock In Any Pair Left After A Week and went back to sleep.
Some time later, I woke to the feeling of something running up my leg. It was small, scratchy and definitely not my imagination.
On reflex, I whipped off the duvet and froze when I saw a very alive mouse hunched down against my knee.
Swearing, meowing, bellowing and roaring ensued but I can safely report that mouse, humans and cat are all still living, with mouse relocated to garden. No sign of entrails at all.
Meanwhile Madame Harriet kept my sock in her mouth the entire time, obviously not wanting anything to do with a ghastly mouse when she had her trophy sock to hand.
I now need a nap. A long, mouse free nap. Meanwhile Madame Harriet hasn't stopped napping all day.
The saga continues...
George Takei 