To support myself as a pro bono Morals Tutor to America's Wealthiest Families, I scavenge from dumpsters in the better part of town. Last night I had found a wiener, and was roasting it for my supper over a burning barrel of trash. Along came Connie, a highly successful values-based wealth advisor friend of mine. "Phil," she said, "if you were more respectful of wealthy people's illusions, you would not have to eat trash-roasted wieners for supper." I replied, "Constance, if you ate trash-roasted wieners for supper you would not have to flatter the wealthy." (Adapted from an anecdote told of Diogenes, the founder of my lineage of dumpster dwelling Fools. As a side note, Diogenes was chased from his home town for debasing the coinage. Seems he gave good coins in return for false. On a more positive note, he died at age 95, some say by holding his breath, a mistake I will not make.)
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Ay! Chingame papi! La risa es la mejor medicina, verdad!
Posted by: pepino | January 31, 2008 at 03:00 PM
Laugh yourself sick.
Posted by: phil | January 31, 2008 at 03:25 PM
Is it not some days "La risa es la maejor verdad, medicina ?"
Posted by: JJ Commoner | February 01, 2008 at 11:39 AM
The best medicine for despair.
Posted by: phil | February 01, 2008 at 12:46 PM