"A wise man proportions his belief to the evidence." - David Hume
If I told you that the reason the US is involved in dozens of military conflicts around the world is that we are in a trade war with the Martians, who have been hoarding the good Coca Cola on their planet, a reasonable response would be asking to see my evidence.
You might even quote astronomer Tabetha Boyajian, who said,
"Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence, and it is my job, my responsibility, as an astronomer to remind people that alien hypotheses should always be a last resort."
And yet, and yet, and yet ....
Mothra, still feeling the pain of defeat at the hands of Godzilla, can accuse presidential candidate Tulsi Gabbard of being a Russian asset without the tiniest drop of evidence - in fact, with oceans of evidence to the contrary - and people take her seriously...?
If only my pronouncements had that kind of sway ... we could get back the real cola that has cocaine in it ...
But that's just what President Trump wants me to believe ... or is it?
See what I mean? There's no end to complete gibberish, once you start stepping into the evidence-free zone.
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Payment
"Sometimes one pays most for the things one gets for nothing." - Albert Einstein.
And sometimes one pays nothing for the most valuable things one gets.
And sometimes one pays nothing for the most valuable things one gets.
Monday, October 7, 2019
A Taste for the Special
My
red upper lip stands me apart. We are all rooted in the same soil but they push
me away in the wind.
My mate once brushed up against me. ‘Twas
the lower lip red on that one. The One who completed me cut away for a girl’s
pleasure.
Side by side we stood, flexing but not
falling. Now One is in front of her. No, by now the irreplaceable has been
thrown into the dirt to rot into a meal for those of one color. Or does the
grave lie apart?
Yes, it must lie apart like two red lips
smiling.
Flowers are not human. But I sense the tup-tup-tup of her gleeful
approach. Back to cut me away and watch me wither.
To be discarded with my beloved Other? Our
together graves apart from the one-colors?
The girl recognizes our specialness. She
has taste.
Is that boiling water I sense?
Yes. The girl has taste.
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