Hello Bill,   
      
    TR>> Hypocrisy at it's finest.   
      
    LL>> An agenda.  Everybody has an agenda.  I have an agenda.  They   
    LL>> have an agenda.  Everybody else has an agenda, too.  The difference   
    LL>> between me and others is that my agenda is not a hidden agenda.   
    LL>> The question is, what is it those with hidden agendas are hiding,   
    LL>> or trying to hide?   
      
    BM> I have no agenda.   
      
   Oh, come now.  You don't really believe that, do you?   
   Getting through the day is an agenda in and of itself.   
   How you do it is up to you.  For total invalids, it   
   is up to others.  But it is most definitely an agenda.   
      
    BM> What Richarson failed to comprehend is I had no issue with him being gay   
   if   
    BM> he was.  I stated it was his choice and his alone.   
      
   What does it matter what the sexual orientation of   
   an individual might or might not be?  How is that relevant   
   to the discussion at hand?   
      
    BM> His agenda is to take other's words, twist them to meet his   
    BM> narrow-mindedness so he feels superior.  I've coined it the "Don Quixote   
    BM> Syndrome". He stated above I am good for that. Good for what?   
      
   Perhaps Don Quixote should have been tilting at millers   
   rather than windmills?  And what about his assistant, Sancho   
   Panza?  Would he have been better off staying behind?   
      
    BM> In that I believe each person should live their life as they see fit as   
   long   
    BM> as it's not hurting another?   
      
   It is our nature to judge others.  That is not a bad   
   thing, but rather a good thing.  By what standard should   
   we judge others, and wish others to judge us?  That is   
   what we should be asking ourselves, not deluding ourselves   
   with the false concept of pretending to be masters of our   
   own fate.   
      
                      -=begin excerpt=-   
      
   "And who succeeds in tilting at windmills," answered Murrel.   
      
   "Have you ever reflected," said his friend, "what a good thing it would   
   have been if he had smashed the windmills? From what I know now of   
   medieval history, I should say his only mistake was in tilting at the   
   mills instead of the millers. The miller was the middleman of the middle   
   ages. He was the beginning of all the middlemen of the modern ages. His   
   mills were the beginning of all the mills and manufactures that have   
   darkened and degraded modern life. So that even Cervantes, in a way,   
   chose an example against himself. And it's more so with the other   
   examples. Don Quixote set free a lot of captives who were only convicts.   
   Nowadays it's mostly those who have been beggared who are jailed and   
   those who have robbed them who are free. I'm not sure the mistake would   
   be quite so mistaken."   
      
   "Don't you think," asked Murrel, "that modern things are too complicated   
   to be dealt with in such a simple way?"   
      
   "I think," replied Herne, "that modern things are too complicated to be   
   dealt with except in a simple way."   
      
   He rose from his feet and strode to and fro on the road with all the   
   dreamy energy of his prototype. He seemed trying to tear his real   
   meaning out of himself.   
      
   "Don't you see," he cried, "that is the moral of the whole thing. All   
   your machinery has become so inhuman that it has become natural. In   
   becoming a second nature, it has become as remote and indifferent and   
   cruel as nature. The Knight is once more riding in the forest. Only he   
   is lost in the wheels instead of in the woods. You have made your dead   
   system on so large a scale that you do not yourselves know how or where   
   it will hit. That's the paradox! Things have grown incalculable by being   
   calculated. You have tied men to tools so gigantic that they do not know   
   on whom the strokes descend. You have justified the nightmare of Don   
   Quixote. The mills really _are_ giants."   
      
   "Is there any method in that case," demanded the other.   
      
   "Yes; and you found it," replied Herne. "You did not bother about   
   systems, when you saw a mad doctor was madder than the madman. It is you   
   who lead and I who follow. You are not Sancho Panza. You are the other."   
      
   He stretched out his hand with something of the old gesture.   
      
   "What I said on the judgment-seat I say again by the roadside. You are   
   the only one of them born again. You are the knight that has returned."   
      
   Douglas Murrel was abruptly and horribly abashed.   
      
                      -=end excerpt=-   
      
   [from "The Return of Don Quixote", by G.K. Chesterton]   
      
    BM> Last I saw that was Constitutionally proected.   
      
   Since when?  Allowing others to do as they please as long   
   as they do not harm others?  People harm others all the time,   
   in various ways.  And it is all legal, fully protected by   
   the law.  We even sanction murder, in our name, calling it   
   "justice", and pay a doctor who has sworn to "do no harm"   
   to inject the victim with a deadly poison ...   
      
   --Lee   
      
   --- MesNews/1.08.05.00-gb   
    * Origin: news://felten.yi.org (2:203/2)