Beagles is not an island

Of course I don't believe in God, Mother Nature I see as a personification of the physical universe, which does exist even if she, as a person, doesn't, and my society, which is all people certainly does exist. 

Your parents are members of society, as are taxpayers, and the government too.
The people in other countries probably made some of the food you ate, some of the clothes you wore, etcetera.  Of course we paid for it, but then they paid us for whatever we sold them, it's called trade, it's an element of society, and it's a good thing.

I mention this because I think you have this crazy idea that all other countries are supported by our foreign aid.  Your ilk always gets their panties in a bunch over foreign aid which is a pimple on the ass of our budget and a much teenier pimple on the ass of the rest of the world.

So what I am saying is that Beagles is not an island.  I suppose you could say you paid for everything you have, but without society you wouldn't have anything to buy.  You could hunt deer all year round, but you would be doing it with a pointy rock on the end of a stick.  Probably not even that because the caveman learned how to do that from his society.

And there we go with cannibalism again.  I do declare you have a fascination with that.  And you seem to have an intimate knowledge of their structure and moral codes.  If I am ever on a long trip across the frozen north, you can be sure that I will not be staying at the Beaglesonia Bed and Breakfast, because I would rather eat than be breakfast.

Oh I've told you, I like politics the way some people like sports, I just like to see people playing the game.  I'll watch the democratic debates too, but not with such relish.  I love to see what idiots the people on the other side are, but I am not that fond of seeing what idiots the people on my side are.


The old neighborhood looks good.  The houses are kept up, the lawns are mowed, everything is, well, tidy, the way I remember it growing up, except that all the signs are in Spanish and when you nod to people they say buenos dias.  Elsdon is some kind of Ghanian Adventist Church, Talmans is obliterated, Saint Gall is San Gall with a big image of Our Lady of Guadeloupe on the front door.  I went by the Lutheran Church on 61st where I used to be a boy scout, and there was a big line of people waiting for a food pantry to hand out food.  Last year there had been a similar line outside St Gall.  There was nothing like that when we were kids, but I think blue collar people are worse off now than they were then.