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    "The trouble with fighting for human freedom is that one spends most of one's time defending scoundrels. For it is against scoundrels that oppressive laws are first aimed, and oppression must be stopped at the beginning if it is to be stopped at all." - H. L. Mencken
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    You're my brother from another mother.
  3. Back when I was a kid

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    That is not cool. Thing Two bought a set once, the Architecture set of Buckingham Palace, and it was missing a piece. He was distraught. We wound up scrounging a replacement from the zillion other Legos they have, so it worked out.
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    Between my junior and senior years I actually went to a college prep summer school at Philips Academy in Andover, Massachusetts. (And then never went to college. Sorry, Dad.) One of the courses I took while I was there was Foreign Relations. The subject for our course term paper was to summarize the foreign policy engagement between the United States and a randomly selected country since World War II. I drew the People's Republic of China, which even in 1985 was no small feat to summarize in a four-page paper. So, of course, me being me, I left it to the day before it was due. (I mean, come on. I was 17 years old. I was on the other side of the country from home for six weeks. There were girls everywhere. I had way more important things to do than write term papers! ) So I formulated a thesis for my paper, went to the campus library and checked out an armload of books on United States relations with China, and went back to my dorm room to start writing. I started pouring over the books to get cites and references, and I gradually start realizing that there is nothing in these books that is supporting the points that I want to make in my paper. I finally come to realize that these books are completely useless to me. Just in time to look at my watch and see that the library closed five minutes ago. So I said, "Okay. Well. What can I cobble together from what I have." So I start going over the books and trying to put together something to turn in. And it isn't working. I'm throwing away outline after outline, getting increasingly desperate. Finally, at about 12:30 at night, I've been at it for ten hours, and I have nothing. My brain was totally fried. And I just said, "You know what, I don't know what else to do. I'm just going to go to bed. Maybe I can come up with another plan in the morning." So I went to bed. I woke up at 4:00 in the morning. I bolted straight up in bed. It was like the Knowledge Spike had streaked down from Heaven and struck me in the brain. I literally woke up with a fully formed outline for a paper that was completely supported with the sources I had right at the front of my brain. I went to my desk, wrote down the outline, then started writing. I finished the paper at 7:45. I had barely enough time to pull on some clothes and run across the campus before class started at 8:00. I got a C+. That was probably the most extreme case of procrastination I ever got away with. Don't try this at home, kids!
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    Gen-X retirement application:
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    Yeah, well, I'm going to be working until I die to pay for the Boomer's retirements. But, that's another show....
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    Fair enough. It's a different world now. I was the exception back then. Retirement. HA! That's something you could get me complaining about....
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    I wouldn't. The "reward" was not having to sweat and toil over the work. Any further reward simply encourages them. I remember my math teacher, God bless her. She was one of the teachers who believed in me the most. She encouraged me, she challenged me, she really pushed me to do my best. She always described me as one of her brightest students, even when we met again at my 20-year reunion. But when I took calculus with her in 11th grade, it was my first class of the day, and since my usual habit was to do my homework the class before it was due I almost never got my homework done for her class. It got to the point where she would ask me point-blank in front of the class every morning, "Did you do your work last night?" I, being the clown, always had some witty response, which she would never acknowledge. She would simply inform me that I would be getting another zero for that assignment. But I got As on all of the tests, and then with some creative accounting I would figure out how many homework assignments I would have to turn in at the end of the semester to actually pass the class. She appreciated me, she wanted me to do well, but she had a standard and she held me to it unfailingly. And I, to this day, respect her for that.
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    I have to say, when I was in high school I was a serious slacker and master procrastinator. Which led to a lot of amazing last-minute successes, but a lot more spectacular last-minute failures. But I owned all of it. Even at the height of my slackerdom (Is that a word? Okay, it's in Urban Dictionary. It's a word.), it never even occurred to me to try to weasel out of it, or shift the blame. Even if my grades were less than stellar, I still had my self-respect.
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    When I got out of the Navy I decided to give an electric razor a try. So I bought a Norelco at Sears, came with a money-back guarantee so I figured I couldn't go wrong. It said in the instructions that you should use it for four weeks to give your skin time to adjust to it. So I toughed it out for four weeks. It was bad. It felt like the razor wasn't so much cutting the whiskers off as just pulling them out of my skin. I looked bad. It was painful. Finally, right about the four-week point, I show up to church on Sunday, and one of my friends looks at me and says, "Dude, your face looks like hamburger. Have you thought about switching to an electric razor?" I went home that afternoon, packed the razor and all it's accessories back up in its box, and brought it back to Sears. And, to their credit, they gave me a full refund. I used the old two-blade Trac-II-style disposable cartridges for decades, you could just get the generics for cheap at any store and they worked fine. I kept seeing the three, and four, and more blade disposable razors coming out and just laughing about them. And then, a gentleman whom I hold in the highest regard, Steve Jackson of Steve Jackson Games, wrote a blog post where he said that he had been the same way, until he had actually tried one of the five-blade razors, and he had been shocked to discover that it actually made a difference and gave him a better, more comfortable shave. So my wife happened upon a coupon for a free demo razor, and I gave it a try. And, he was absolutely correct, the five-blade razor is lightyears better than the two-blade razor. And that's what I use now. Thus leading me to the conclusion that shaving equipment companies should seek product endorsement contracts from game designers.
  12. Back when I was a kid

    Oh, gosh, yes. My brother and I got one of those for Christmas one year and we loved it so much we kept getting in fights over who would get to use it.
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    That's a special kind of stupid there. It's like I told my kids before we started them going out to the range. Shooting sports are like a lot of other sports that people participate in, like scuba diving, or rock climbing, or motorcycles. They can be a lot of fun, and you can have a good time, but if you let having a good time distract you from staying safe you will encounter life-altering consequences. You know, I have never actually watched a Hickok45 video. Heard a lot about them, but never gotten around to it.
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    Curio & Relic. Generally a firearm that is over 50 years old, by ATF definition. There are slightly different rules for their transfers.