no, this is a completely different issue, and yes, it is by the nature of the word, selfish to address any of your own interests.

Somehow I can't see you getting into an argument with ANYONE. You are one of the most diplomatic and level-headed people I have ever encountered. Even when you're discussing an issue you feel strongly about, you are calm and articulate. Extremely admirable quality.

I'm going to go bald, to resemble a fetus.

Get a clipper machine.It saves you from getting into trouble.

Since I'm on this kick anyhow -

I can't identify with Rastas, either. Grow some dreads, smoke some dope, pray to Jah every night you'll wake up less white, and you think you and your magic bong are going to unite the world's people in spiritual harmony.

I'm happy for you.

I have no objection to self-importance. When it comes to opinion, self-importance is integral. MY opinion affects MY behavior. I'm the most important fucking person in the world, in that respect. When such divisive issues like abortion and religion exist in society, there is no universal harmony, Scooter.

However, on the other hand, I personally think my credo is more conducive to harmony than most. While I choose to uphold and abide by my own personal standards of morality and behavior, I make a point of not imposing those upon other people. Despite being a misanthrope (or perhaps because of?), I can live in perfect harmony with others, as long as they mind their own goddamned business as well.

The construction of a prinicipled utopia begins at the core. If you don't have a solid personal foundation, if you have nothing you personally stand for, then your efforts in any other direction will be wasted. What you see as tolerance, promotion of harmony, and open-mindedness, I see as spinelessness, ignorance, and/or indifference. If you can't take a stance, you will forever tread on infirm ground.

And you should shave it while driving.Imagine the innnovative styles you'd come up with.

don't be a pussy.

I've got one of those already for my 'tache.

If they had left you alone the moment you asked them to would you still think that they were really trying to impose their opinions on you,or that they had "NO RIGHT to APPROACH me, attempting to sell your ideology.". Personally I have no problem with people who are out there trying to do whatever it is they are trying to do as long as they respect my opinions and wishes.

If they'd left me alone when asked, everything would have been just ducky.

congrats & welcome to a life of crime.

you might want to add an obstacle course to your daily running routine--i n the past, i have found it convenient to escape police pursuit by cutting across busy avenues without regard for the speed or amount of oncoming traffic.

And how many times have you got away? What is the ratio?

i don't know but in my case i was fearing deportation-- when you have a good reason you can bolt like a fucking racehorse. the cops were not armed though-- undercover busting "ilegal immigrants-- i even asked one of them if he had a job, ha ha. oh the joy.

Oh. Where do you hail from?

I had no idea...

that happened in israel actually-- i was working without a permit and went to a "meat market" where construction workers go. it's like being a whore-- they check out your muscles, ha ha, and pick you up-- anyway these cops were duping people into believing they were hiring and i asked one if he had a job; he asked for my pasport (unusual) & i jumped back he lunged to grab me i ran like a motherfucker. ha ha. priceless moment.

the next day on the news there were like 250 people deported. phew!!!

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here im applying for a green card & have a work permit-- no more construction jobs, but the paperwork is a bitch.

Sounds like a horrific experience.

well yes it was scary after the fact; because an old man (not the cops) chased me down the beach screaming "passport! passport" & i was running on the sand-- i finally hid among some backpackers (the kind that sleep on the beach), changed my clothes (i had clean clothes on my pack for after the work) and lost myself in the crowd. when i got home i was fucking paranoid! but i swear, the story has paid off in multiple laughs-- outrunning the cops is a fucking great feeling.

agh, i gotta go now, so i can't continue this funny exchange, but yes man, adventure is not always what's cracked up to be-- fucking scary shit. but then, the laughs, etc.

so i have to leave but this poem summarizes it pretty much all, ha ha--

http://www.math.uiuc.edu/~dzaharo2/curiosity.html

Now we're getting somewhere.

like this?

I want to suck it too, please.