Water. Far and away. Nothing else comes close by volume consumed.
Unless this is one of those instances where “drink” is code for alcoholic beverage — in which case the answer is pilsner or gin, as the mood strikes.
Water. Far and away. Nothing else comes close by volume consumed.
Unless this is one of those instances where “drink” is code for alcoholic beverage — in which case the answer is pilsner or gin, as the mood strikes.
Those who don’t take many things seriously, themselves least of all.
I don’t get attached. They’ll always let you down in the end. I took them to the Andes, the Himalaya — places most people only dream of going — but, ultimately, they just fell apart on me when I needed them most.
Share it with whom? What if it’s one of those “King Solomon cuts the baby in half” scenarios? Alas, life is not always like a box of chocolates. Sometimes you do know what you’re going to get… a dead baby, that’s what.
First, use what you’ve got to put food in your face. If there’s left over, acquire suitable shelter. If there’s some left, buy a book.
I am. I wish my country the best, am pained to see ailments of what have always been the country’s greatest strengths (the government being limited and at the command of the people and the law [rather than the other way around] and the courage to boldly lead by building the new technologies and adapting to the world that came to be,) and will not stop bitching about it unless and until the situation rights itself. When I was a young man, I served in the military and waved flags. Now, as an old man, I’m not eager to see America go gently into that good night.
I realize that may sound excessively Pollyanna about America’s past and pessimistic about the present / future. I do realize that the country has always had its flaws, as humanity always does. (And loved it all the same.) There have been missteps and mass movements that would later come to be viewed as wrongheaded and self-defeating. But we always had checks and balances, an Enlightenment norm for tolerance, and a respect for decorum and gravitas in our leaders. Now, as I see the “Putin-Orban Manual for New Populist-Nationalist Dictators” being played out, I wonder if the shark hasn’t been jumped on all that was good, honorable, and impressive in the America in which I grew up.
I watched enough Wile E. Coyote to know when someone is trying to dance me under an anvil.
Slow Learner Sings the Blues
I suspect they’d have been making strange and new noises every time they got up from a seat, as well as experiencing randomly distributed sharp shooting pains every once in a while. The apple, presumably, doesn’t fall far from the tree.
If such a situation were to avail itself, I would make a law so that no one person — even a high elected official — could change the law unilaterally. (Administrative policies for the bureaucracy not being laws, said high elected official could go to town on them.) Why? Because one person being able to change law is an affront to democracy and to the very concept of rule of law, and if we make it the object of fantasy to be able to do so we are cooked.
We had such a law in the US. It was called the Constitution, and it was glorious. It said that only the legislature (a body consisting of many representatives) could make law, and only the judiciary could interpret and evaluate the legality of a law. And it was okay that the executive was the least democratic of branches because it was to stay in the lane of enforcing the laws as they were written (and shaped by judicial interpretation,) and if the executive started getting too big for his britches, the legislature would turn off the flow of money.
So, my great fantasy is not to be able to unilaterally change law, but to have three functioning branches of government who stay in their own lanes, applying checks as (and only as) described in the Constitution.