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In war both winners and losers accomplish much the same result, but at differing speeds. 

In nearly all things it’s an ordinary person who accomplishes the extraordinary. 

Claiming understanding is like saying you’ve come back from a place no one has ever been. 

“The difference between genius and stupidity – genius has limits.” 

Haste is foe of foresight and father to hindsight. 

Sincerity in falsehood is strictly a matter of packaging. 

Someone once remarked that new morality seemed much like old immorality. 

Empty promises and useless guarantees have in common making others pay the cost. 

Seems to me sincerity in lying is a real but questionable skill. 

I’ve heard discussion about building a really nice wall to separate Minnesota from someplace else. 

Yelling is not an emotion. I lost track the number of times I had to remind new actors of that. Crude emotion is loud. Same applies to profanity. F bombing lacks content, subtlety, wit and intelligence, but is otherwise oaky. 

I’ve too often made the mistake of acting as if talking about doing something was the same as doing it. This has always proved both painful and wrong. 

Twin Portians, ask yourselves if instead of Poplar and Superior Major Bong had originated on the Zenith side. An unflattering thought to be quickly discarded. 

Where did the impossibly silly notion arise that eccentricity and difference should be easy?  

The surest way to learn something isn’t settled is to act as if it is. 

The fastest way to find a mislaid tool is purchase its replacement. 

The similarity between friends and followers is the first letter, seldom more. 

Guarantees and promises are more easily made than kept. 

Monarchs want subjects. Capitalists want consumers. Socialists want the masses. Tribalists want kinship. Which do you want? 

The high school senior stood in support when his younger sister got pregnant. It was their first child. (Humor is tricky.) 

On the Range we regularly see the result of industrial mining. At times we wonder if others are respectful and appreciative enough.  

Do we call it hamburger so cows will think “Those poor pigs”? 

Invited to a cannibal’s house for dinner? Stay home? 

Is a vampire technically a cannibal? Does it matter?  

Which cuts do the cannibal gourmet covet most? 

A literal truth, cannibals bite the hand that feeds them. 

The discerning cannibal appreciates the vegan. 

What identifies a cannibal as reformed? 

A friendly smile: the flesh eater’s mealticket. 

The traditional cannibal only eats what’s been hunted. The moral cannibal will only dine on suicides. The modern cannibal enjoys freeze-dried fare. The psychedelic cannibal force feeds future meals a diet of cannabis.     

Cannibal dinner theater cleverly combines audience participation with menu. 

Imagine the top recipes in the cannibal cookbook. 

Introduction of cannibals would ease prison overcrowding. 

Cannibalism offers an underappreciated solution to population, food production and climate. 

A herd of just about any animal seems not to act as if diversity is strength. 

Contrary to some thinking, hard work does not guarantee success. But on the other hand, a lack of effort is known to ensure failure. 

“If I had a nickel” is badly in need of correction for inflation. 

How many reformers are needed to change society? No one knows and the cynics don’t care. 

Often tagged a dumb Polack growing up, I wondered why they bothered. 

A political mind thinks it reasonable to view average comfort as one foot in boiling water and the other in ice. Of course, it’s not their feet. 

My Polack hillbilly grandfather used to say “Too soon old. Too late smart.” 

Growing up I had relatives use vodka on just about everything except cereal. 

The Iliad from long-long ago, and which I’m not promoting, is full of immortals, demigods, gods and mortals entangled in conflict and alliances using every guise and disguise imaginable. Sounds familiar, though. 

Following WWII, kindness, consideration and conciliation were among the admirable traits that handed uncounted lives to far-seeing communist regimes for improvement. 

Nothing stops a good idea from having an opposite result. 

Neither of my parents saw the inside of a high school, but each definitely knew right from wrong. 
Not wanting or believing in pronoun battles, I’ve none-the-less prepared with a good one through purchase of a title, lord, with supporting paperwork. 

Being disliked is easier to maintain than popularity and requires considerably less effort.  

If nothing else I’ve shown the foresight of those who said I needed to make a greater effort. 

When people claim proof they often mean supporting evidence, not the same as proof. 

As a practical matter, correcting bad habits is difficult as developing good ones. 

On Chicago’s south side my Polack grandmother turned a small backyard into riot of food and flower. Modern organic enthusiasts seem not as energetic, preferring to buy the label rather than soil their hands growing. 

Do we need an app that replaces saying with doing? 

I long for the metric clock, much easier to arrange than the same with the calendar. 

What counts more, the idea or the person proposing it? 

Being disastrously wrong is more educational than college. 

Living in the here and now risks believing we came from nowhere. 

I’ve found cannibals have much to teach me, indirectly.