Saturday, April 01, 2006
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4 Comments:
I'm so fucked up I'm almost all th' way around the circle to normal again.
I'm going to lap myself on th' fucked up 500 meter.
Ah, but how fucked up is fucked up? IMO, the fucked-up fuckups are the ones that hurt other people. I'm not in that camp, and am fine with others who also aren't (like Bobby ... well, except for Brimley and Coulter and the Gallaghers, and they were asking for it).
Well, that's true - there are varying degrees of fucked-upness.
I'm not sure what the yardstick is. I think we all hurt each other. Is it physical hurt that is the yardstick?
Well, I was going to say intent should be the yardstick, but when you run up against dangerous dumbasses like Dubya who may actually believe what they say and do is right, that blows that argument to Hell.
I think we may have to agree to treat hurt like lies -- there are white ones (the everyday ones that may cause pain, but not long-lasting, widespread pain), and not-white ones (I use that term to include most of the shades of gray).
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