The Republic’s Barn is full of Broken Pottery.
The geese heard the barbarians scaling the gate-wall while the guard-dogs slept.
…it offended his conscience to make a little money by sending to the slaughter-house an ox which had long been in his service.
-Plutarch, Life of Cato.
(This is a reluctant continuation from my last Studebaker classified post. An anonymous phone caller requested my address)*
To be the recipient of an insult is disgraceful; to return one is honorable. The contempt, cruelties, and prevarication of our day—rival any argument I know. There are many reproachable traits we observe in wartime which is abominable. Once, for instance, in our more innocent daily land-lover affairs, we may have been kicked black, red, and blue by a beast mule. That kind of assault is accepted without feeling serious insult. If we consider the source of the brunt-kick; healing will come with time. Avenging insult of certain kinds, it’s wise to ignore. When human-tyrants use base and beastly powers to butcher, destroy cities where innocent citizens dwell, and defile written words, such as: democracy, freedom, and justice…to horde capital, it’s best to Address it.
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