Political Insight

How have your political views changed over time?

My dad decided he’d like a business after he retired from his career with the municipality. A Facebook page for the business that he wanted for his retirement years was one of the things he asked me to help him with. We had a supporter for quite some time, before she passed, Marilyn.

Marilyn helped me out quite a lot with tips on how to shape the page. In the area of politics, Marilyn’s perspective proved vastly useful. She expressed surprise that I would do something so amateurish as to make a political post on the page, which could cause arguments.

www.facebook.com/LouthUnited

I realized that I should not do anything like tear people down with political rhetoric. I used the impetus to make an opportunity to learn more about politics, which was interesting as there can be a lot to criticize about political figures. In the first place, Marilyn showed me the problem: there was a lot to say about Trump.

It is now time to consider Trudeau’s problematic administration here in Canada. I don’t know yet all what I might do, considering especially that my dad, although he would not like me to publish this, does not support liberal politics. Even my younger brother, although he doesn’t claim to know all that much about the political scene in Canada, does not take a sharp tongue when politics are the subject of conversation.

Playing the role of an educator requires modesty and humility. With a content aggregator website and tried-and-true RSS feeds, I do some research and call myself a writer.

As part of yesterday’s podcast episode, Russell Brand interviewed a guest, BJ Dichter. He observed that if friends do become divided in a political argument, it is imperative they want to but ultimately agree not to let that end the friendship. Viewers were reminded that no matter what our political views are, we need to live in the same world.

BJ Dichter how to unite together against centralised power

Born in 1977

Share what you know about the year you were born.

1977

Merry Christmas!


I was born in the year 1977. About two months after I came into the world, a little-known sci-fi movie was a surprise spring hit that quickly became a sensation with cinemagoers. The film in question was Star Wars.

It makes me wonder if I should become a Jedi or follow Jedi beliefs.


1977 was the year Pink Floyd released their masterpiece Animals. I believe the late godfather of punk Lou Reed made the album Street Hassle that year, which many more years later he admitted he mostly regretted doing. In this day and age of gender identity, Lou Reed is sometimes criticized for being hostile to trans people.

Never Mind the Bollocks, the band’s sole studio album, led the way. In those days, Queen Elizabeth II was the British monarch, and they flaunted their success to the Royal Family.

The Ramones and maybe The Clash made albums in ’77, too. I just read an article about Patti Smith’s integration of her presence in the rock music scene with art’s photorealistic movement in the Washington Post. AI users are now able to use AI to create original images, including some that may be photorealistic.

In 1977, The Fall was already making music and making waves. I believe that they had really just started making music the previous year.

I’m glad I grew up to be a nice man.

What could you do less of?

My Home

Lamenting that Jack Dorsey admonishes himself for taking his role in starting Twitter

Dorsey regrets his own success, he apparently sometimes claims. When he saw a site suited primarily for discussing weather conditions around the world and bird activity in the sky, when ultimately people would be concerned about hate speech emerging on Twitter, Dorsey believed he was a fool to resort to such lengths to make Twitter real.

Twitter permits users to post tweets with 280 characters. The initial cap was 140; however, it was raised to 280 in November 2017. Twitter referred to itself as a platform for concise thoughts, despite user requests to increase the character limit. October 30, 2022

I was dismayed that the shape of a tweet was changing. For years, it had been perfect. My voice isn’t my own at forty-five years old in December 2022, because I don’t feel like I have one.

That wonderful decade included the purchase of a Commodore 64; ours did not. Where my mom and dad skipped a step is, at the time I was in high school, my brother in junior high, and my sister in elementary. They outfitted the basement of our bungalow with a Commodore Amiga 500, quite spectacular for its day.

This taught me about computer art, musical composition, and a beginner’s handle on programming in computer language. During parent-teacher interviews, my mother told me that my grade 10 computer science teacher said I could probably make a living as a computer programmer. That would have made me happy, I think.

To tell the truth, it was things like pop art, like seeing pop art as a little boy and in college seeing Warhol’s works in London, England, and having an experience of happiness that was apparent, even loud as day.

I can tell that Twitter is the closest thing to a satisfactory world of social I have ever found. I visited Decentraland on my desktop the other day, as a guest, for the first time. My preference is not for Zuckerberg’s metaverse, and my hope is that Dorsey champions the thing he built for the world, the thing he planned to make a reality.

Facebook is the social media where I perform best of all. I even have brought my dad’s business on it, in the shape of a business page.

https://www.facebook.com/LouthUnited/

There have been a number of mistakes in Twitter offices, and I was horrified to learn that Twitter delayed the publication of news stories about Hunter Biden’s troubles during Joe Biden’s presidential campaign. Musk seems completely in agreement that social media should not undermine politics and democracy. In terms of the billionaire class, Musk is most sympathetic to the potential inherent in humanity which is our just reward for our sacrifices.

Do you know why Existentialism is so popular today?

What is one thing you would change about yourself?

I can remember being at the very start of adulthood, standing in a fine light rain under electric lights in the night trying a cigarette. I didn’t start getting them in quantity until I was around thirty years old, and I had the confidence to speak to the only one of my grandmas who was still living the truth that I wanted to smoke butts and I felt blameless.

The unpleasant feeling I get every day that I am rarely sure how to quell, if I have momentarily lost my power of self-discipline I will smoke a butt, certainly. I kind of posture that I write (and I feel I should note what would appeal to somebody else), but I feel cursed that if I live to a natural old age I will have led a path of sadness and the potential for parchment to convey something sad. I got this idea from some complete stranger on the Internet joking that he would not trade to chance to be in with his family for all the books in the world he might like to write.

Writers can be assholes, it goes without saying.

I believe I am damaged and that I smoke cigarettes for a bit of cool, a bit of a harder nose than I might otherwise sport. Compared to all other wonders in this lifetime I am most concerned with how I might relate to a woman, and the potential for a shared pastime like smoking butts continues to seem like a reasonable opportunity cost. I think every person should choose for himself whether to smoke the little daggers.

It is without a doubt a terrible way to treat yourself, smoking butts, but that is nothing to the kisses you might be felled by if you were to prove yourself unassailable by tobacco but then destroyed by anything else unfairly, anything (like the rock music theme of hippie powers, that unusual concept album). I’m not sure a writer should try to bring down enthusiasm for the best delights you could encounter in your life if you have a little luck.

I am easily willing to respond to a writing prompt.