Brother Maynard, bring up the Holy Hand Grenade!
One simple lesson that parents are failing to teach their children is that words and actions have consequences. Often, these consequences are unjust.
My girlfriend smokes pot. Not a big deal. She doesn't have an addictive personality and doesn't smoke daily. She has a good career and a pot charge wouldn't affect her career. Yet, she has a hard time understanding my concern for the consequences.
I don't want pot in my car, period. I don't want her carrying an empty purse that a drug dog would have an interest in. I don't want anybody dropping off pot at my house, I have a strict "no dealer" policy. She doesn't seem to understand legal and social consequences. I can thank her parents. Pot, as benign as it is, has consequences in my life.
In teaching children and teens about drugs many tend to get all scientific and fail to talk about consequences. Something as simple as mentioning the social, legal, and professional consequences of smoking pot is ignored.
It's not just about drugs. A generation (or more) and their kids think they can defend anything they say or do in a Lincoln-Douglas debate format. They forget that other people have opinions and sometimes those opinions matter, alot.
Armaments, Chapter 2, verses 9 to 21....And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, "O Lord, bless this thy hand grenade, that with it thou mayst blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy." And the Lord did grin.
Three, sir!Five!
A Hartzell prop uses a CC3317-228 o-ring. A TPE331 fuel nozzle uses a 3101768-1 gasket.Armaments, Chapter 2, verses 9 to 21....
Sad really...I can quote so many movies and then someone will ask me where such and such is found in the FAR's and I turn into one of the Knights Who Say Nee.
A Hartzell prop uses a CC3317-228 o-ring. A TPE331 fuel nozzle uses a 3101768-1 gasket.
A C207 uses a BA2205L air filter.
Why I remember this crap, I have no idea.
I'm trying to get my head around this, what the skank did I just see?
I'm trying to get my head around this, what the skank did I just see?
Ah that makes more sense. Thanks!That is a Rudyard Kipling poem.
You will instantly root out someone who has been to a US military survival school with that recording.
With all this talk.......my retirement goal has changed. I want to move to a tropical island, buy a few jet skis, build a grass hut on the beach to live in, grow a pot farm out back, rent jet skis to tourists, and chong out all day long in a gold speedo, cowboy boots and cowboy hat.
With all this talk.......my retirement goal has changed. I want to move to a tropical island, buy a few jet skis, build a grass hut on the beach to live in, grow a pot farm out back, rent jet skis to tourists, and chong out all day long in a gold speedo, cowboy boots and cowboy hat.
The problem as I see it is, I'm not sure if we are currently faced with a known unknown or an unknown known. Know what I mean? (apologies for stealing Uncle Don's other famous quote) (Ah, heck, on second thought, I'm not going to apologize to that guy.)I agree with literally everything you said, here. Proper use of "literally", I think? It's almost as tricky as "ironic". But to paraphrase Sec. Rumsfeld, there's the rational, sane policy we want, and the, uh well, let's draw the curtain of charity over the adjectives and just say "the policy we have". And so long as we have the later, it's not hard to figure out how to stay clear of it. Don't do the drugz. *shrug*
I'm not, btw, suggesting that this is a particularly easy thing to do...depending upon one's environment, it might be anything from absolutely certain due to lack of availability to the next thing to impossible. But it is fairly clear and obvious. This is, of course, presupposing that there even IS such a thing as "free will", which is a thorny question for a different forum (or at least a different thread), probably.
I was playing a little game there, and you, Sir, won. Congratulations!
Was he Catholic? Could explain things.Something that has stuck with me since I was a kid:
Staying with my aunt during the summer with my brother and his friend that he brought along and they decided to sneak into a guys house and go through his stuff. They got caught and the kid kept saying after they were told their punishment "But at least we said we were sorry!" He just seemed completely confused that he was still getting punished even though he'd apologized and felt like that apology absolved him from all culpability. That's always stuck in my mind and my philosophy has been that just because you're sorry doesn't mean you're forgiven or no longer responsible for your screw up.