Yesterday We were attending a discussion of the rights of a person's body. There was Universal agreement regarding the right of a woman to choose. In contrast to many of Our pro-life discussions, there was no discussion of Russia or Japan. Arguably the two greatest murderers of humans are Japan and Russia. In Japan, doctors abort a child with about as much compunction as a hair stylist styles hair. In Russia, the medical profession has managed to make abortion a sacrament for rubles.
Choice? One has great difficulty seeing how a person has "choice".
I attended my weekly Rotary sacrament. One of our chapter's issues regards donations. The chapter has been around for about a century. When one donates to a chapter, one must choose whether one wishes to donate to the endowment or the general fund. Interest in one fund grows exponentially. Interest in the other does not. If you donate to the general fund, your money will go to a worthy cause.
If you donate to the endowment, your money goes into a bank account that earns interest. Forever.
The endowment interest can be used to fund causes that are the great, great grandchildren of the causes Rotary worked on this year. Your donation to the general fund is used in the community. Your annual fees go mostly to pay for the meal at the Rotary meeting.
I'm not privy to the exact numbers. Nonetheless, just imagine if every dollar from Rotary's inception had been deposited into endowment accounts. Or, henceforth, every Rotary Chapter be establisehd with only an endowment account. Sure, the first year Rotary folks of a new Rotary Chapter, and their guests, might need to bring their lunch.
They might need to use someone's workplace or home for the meeting place as attorney Paul P. Harris and his three business acquaintances did when Rotary was founded on CE 1905 Feb 23 in downtown Chicago...instead of a fancy opera house.
Most Rotary members don't understand the difference between the endowment and the general fund. One woman did. She kicks butt. Now & then.
The point I made to one of the finance women was 'If people don't understand the options, why give them options?' Walk into any grocery store and you will find a glorious assortment of options for toilet paper. People understand why they like that colour or this advertisement or that feeling when I wipe, instead of too much to flush.
Flushing segues nicely into a related issue.
Yesterday, there was not a person in the room who didn't have 9/10ths more information in their little human brains than they needed. Many of them were wise beyond their years. Many seem to suffer from information overload. Once 90% of one's brain is filled with superflous information, one thirsts for information that matches most of the information in one's brain, i.e. the useless stuff.
One participant stated in the disccussion that xhe wished to know the opinion of any political candidate's position on abortion. This usually results in mutually assured lies.
Mal
The following is my preferred method for determining another's opinion.
Person 1 is sitting quietly on a serene park bench overlooking a tranquil body of water. Person 2, the inquirer, walks up and sits down a respectful distance away. In silence. The two of them set there until they have a meeting of mind, at which point they might speak or continue sharing useful information.
Moreover, if you want to know that the political office will not or should not have any jurisdiction over a woman's right to choose, why inquire? You are inviting that candidate to politicise a moral, legal, and theological question.
Furthermore, imagine a constituent who wants to know about Candidate Y's opinion of X. In response to constituent's question, Candidate Y verbalises xes opinion of X. A moment later, X is no longer X. X is now X+1, or x2, or x5, or x3, or all of those subsequent options at the same time.
The problem is this, and keep in mind, Mr. Allen is simply typing what I, God, am telling him to type. Mr. Allen understands one trillionth of what he needs to understand. You understand one trillionth of what Mr. Allen understands. Mr. Allen, in this iteration of his meat sack, might, if he tries really, really hard, get to understand a second trillionth. Maybe. In the meantime, all He's trying to do is follow the Gods.
The voice of maturity...at 17.
Born with an iPhone in hand.
Not mind.
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