As a parent, every once in a while this verse comes to mind when the guilt of my own fuck ups overwhelms me. Happy Sunday, parents of nostr. Enjoy! 😉 This Be The Verse BY PHILIP LARKIN They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another’s throats. Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don’t have any kids yourself.

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I grew up in a culture that expected government repression. As a child I was regularly told by grownups that, one day, I would be an outlaw through no fault of my own; that one day I would need to take my family and flee in order to continue to practice the religion I was born into. I was also told that many of the people I trusted would be double, would be duplicitous and selfish. I was never told this by my family, for which I’m grateful. Only people who “look out for the interests of others” would approach me and scare the living shit out of me as an elementary school student. Some people are really something. But, after all, I read this today and it took me back. Maybe it will come in handy. Maybe I’ll add one to my backpack.

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“How did these people go out and get gas masks?” AG Bondi asked.

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ahhh, my 16 oz beer tonight clocked in at 12%, and I think I’m done, I’ve had two. gn I’m missing Burp Castle 🤫

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Bill Bonner, it’s always a pleasure to read your daily notes.

Would love to ask him if there is ever a moment when he thinks “this was a bad idea.” I worked on a construction site where all the workers are walking around at 35 feet height on inches wide walls. No one bats an eye. Then one day a guy goes to slide down the flange of a column like usual and slips. His feet hit the ground , legs buckle hard, and his knees shatter against the steel flange the column. He screams and writhes. Every other worker on the walls lost their nerve in an instant and had to be picked up in cherry pickers. Or maybe he’s like Karina Hollekim, seemingly totally unbothered. This is a great doc, btw: View quoted note →

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