Just came back from the dentist: this is the post-Health Plan Era when Dharmonia and I can actually afford adequate dental care. Prior to this Era, I went seventeen years with, at most, two dental visits. What's astonishing is that I still have a tooth in my head.
If you want to know what makes radicals, look at suffering. And, to quote my much-missed stonemason father-in-law, the suffering of some broke graduate student whose teeth hurt are a "fart in a hailstorm" compared to the suffering which teenagers (and all others) go through daily--hourly--on the streets of Basra, Baghdad, Lagos, Addis Ababa, or Compton.
You want to depressurize radicalism? Lessen suffering.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
"The Offish" (Workshtathion seriesth) 37 (Novocaine edithion)
Posted by CJS at 10:55 AM
Labels: radical politics, Workstation series
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