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Here are a couple of unusual street signs I’ve seen recently. One of them we’re all trying to reach. The other I recommend avoiding at all costs. You can guess which is which.
A BlogSnax© post
Only two weeks after reporting one momentous change brought about by the Power of My Blog, I came upon a second example. Look at the second picture on the same page I linked to in my last post. It’s a jigsaw puzzle from the local library that sported a curious label. This week I borrowed another puzzle. (I’m real big on jigsaw puzzles.) The specious label was replaced by an appropriate one! This is the evidence:
Dare not doubt the Power of the Written Word! Virtually or by pen, it is indeed mightier than the sword!
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Last month I posted a photo of an empty van driving in front of me. See it here. Someone must have seen my post and realized the wrong message was being sent. They corrected the mistake by putting this sign up in a similar van I was behind last week:

It’s comforting to know there are “people on board”. It could have been driven by some dangerous creature, like a baboon, a boa constrictor, Donald Trump, a scorpion, or a slug. All this because I had the courage to point out the error of their ways in my blog. It makes one proud.
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I’ve been thinking a lot lately about a poor guy named Thomas. I don’t know his last name; he probably didn’t have one. But we all know his “first name”, which also turns out to be his claim to infamy:
Doubting
Yes, I’m talking about the Thomas in the Bible, chapter 20 of the Gospel of John, to be more precise. (Verses 24 through 29, to be even more precise. This is worth reading. Seriously.) As a result of the fact that he didn’t (at first) believe that Jesus had risen from the dead (would you?) he has been labeled “Doubting Thomas” for all of CE human history.
Now that’s just not fair.
Imagine if you were named based on the worst thing you ever did. Think about it. We’d be surrounded by…
Never mind if you rehabilitate yourself as Thomas did. You’re stuck with that miserable moniker as long as you live and, if Tom is any model, forever.
What would your nickname be???
Thank you for reading,
Lying Rick
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Continuing the themes of “shame” and “I’m old enough to…” from my last post:
I’m old enough to remember when the War on Poverty was a war on poverty itself, i.e. seeking out and attacking the causes of poverty. We’re still conducting a war, but thanks to the cruelty and heartlessness of those in power, it’s on the poor themselves.
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A few observations on the vagaries of the English language and our (mis)use thereof.
Why is imply a word but exply, meaning to say something directly, is not?
Giving and taking are opposite actions but caregivers and caretakers do essentially the same things.
And while we’re on the subject of words, let’s just eliminate the word literally, okay? It’s way overused, yet generally used in only two contexts: one when people mean the exact opposite (“It literally blew my mind!”) and one when it’s superfluous (“It’s literally the same thing.”).
Get rid of literally and we’ll have room for exply.
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Here’s an innovation that car manufacturers need to implement and the sooner the better. It’s kind of like intermittent wipers. But this is way better because it’s also an accessibility feature. Are you ready for it?
Like a lot of Boomers who went to one (or way) too many concerts, my hearing isn’t entirely up to snuff. As a result, if my blinkers don’t go off automatically, as is often the case on turns of less than 90°, they stay on indefinitely, confusing other drivers.
There you have it. Get to work Ford, GM, Toyota, Honda, and the rest of you guys.
A dear relative of mine has a blog which I’ve just begun following. There are significant differences between his and my contributions to the blogosphere:
You decide: Which is making a more important and indelible contribution to society? I think we all know the answer but let’s keep it to ourselves. I wouldn’t want that poor fellow to be aggrieved by the harsh truth. 😉