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Originally posted on August 23, 2017 at 08:30PM. [Tumblr direct link]
For the thinking persons, there is a dialogue happening between the acts of reading books and writing books.
Whether the dialogue be competitive or cooperative, is another matter though.
Ideally it should be cooperative though, don’t you think? Constructive?
How was it said? “The goal of discussion should not be victory but rather progress”? Or something..?
Violence can only be justified in sports, and terrorism isn’t a sport.
By the way violence can be justified in sports, so long as the violence is encoded in the agreed upon rulebook.
Mixed Martial Arts is a sport, let the be no doubt. And as well olympic wrestling can be hazardously violent.
Just because it’s violent does not necessarily mean it’s unfair.
Check the rules. Play the rules. And know how to seek remedy when the opponent breaks the rules. Don’t be a pushover tool.
And fuck the cheaters.
All too often we forget that the names behind Supreme Court cases were real people living real lives in real circumstances. Rarely did “winning” a Supreme Court case make one of these peoples’ lives truly better.
This was certainly the case for Jane Roe, Norma Leah (Nelson) McCorvey who died today at 69.
Norma Nelson had already had a hard life when she met Woody McCorvey and married him at 16. She became pregnant by McCorvey but left him when she accused him of attacking her. She developed a drinking problem, announced she was a lesbian, and moved in with her mother by the time the child was born; her mother successfully schemed to have the baby taken away from Norma. McCorvey had a second child, and then, when she got pregnant for a third time, sought the abortion that led to the landmark decision Roe v Wade in 1973. (McCorvey had that child as well. The child was placed for adoption.)
Later, McCorvey became an activist in the pro-life movement, converted to Roman Catholicism, and announced she was not gay.
I recite this biography not to criticize: I wouldn’t dare. Rather, I simply hope that, in our era of caricature and lazy inhumanity, we can recognize that we are all complex people, and not all of us bear the pressures of life with equal strength. Sometimes, compassion is what we have to rely on to make it all work.