the United Nations ever and again call to raise billions to help countries devastated by war or other mostly man-made catastrophes
I suggest we operate by the causality principle:
the countries who sell all those arms and military support to the warring parties or leave the natives no land to grow their own food simply use the money gained from their sales and appropriations to help the refugees they created build up all the cities their weapons destroyed provide a living for the farmers whose lands have been sold to agrobusinesses pay for the education of all the children unable to have schooling reconstruct the societies their greedy actions destroyed
For the low low price of just being within' earshot, the conversation analyst will run a full diagnostic on your conversation.
You know how that perfect comeback feels, three weeks after You didn't say it?
In training, representatives for Inbound sales listen to recordings of their own phone calls and critique them like Art majors in a studio class.
Our conversation analyst. Looks at you like a shoe on the wall.
Unlike the psychology major, the conversation analyst will never share his results.
He'll just judge you. Silently.
He doesn't speak. His fourth grade english teacher taught him that the carpenters house is never finished. She was referring to her husband, the carpenter, not finishing the renovations on their new home, but the conversation analyst heard it as a metaphor, and adopted it as a universal truth.
Much like a painting controls the path your eye travels the canvas, or the scientific process that goes into composing music, the way you build rapport is one of those things that people don't realize can be an art form until they wittness it professionally.
Our conversation analyst considers himself Socio-passionate.
Which amuses him, when he deducts points from your conversation for not empathizing correctly. Or not giving effective compliments by asking a relevant question afterwards.
The conversation analyst is not always mute. On special occasions such as first impressions he is a fine conversationalist.
You can meet the conversation analyst for the first time, as many times as you want.
If the carpenters house is never finished. The conversation analyst exemplar at listening, Will never hear you.
Early morning, they scuttle around, looking for some junk that no one has yet found. Look another bright orange sign, slam on the brakes maybe we will make it on time. Read the sign. Follow endless arrows. Some little punk changed the direction of these arrows. We drove for an hour, Grandmother said keep going, we will find it, I know it has great offerings. Tireless efforts the sun has now set. Grandmother was determined to still find this treasure nest. As annoyed as I was, I would give her the endless days of driving around looking for those junk sale signs, if I could have just one more day. Now she rides above me as I wander from sale to sale. Stopping only at the ones I know she would have wanted to. I silently shop through others junk. Talking to her about each item I rummage through thinking of her. My garage is full of boxes of other peoples stuff as I keep on buying all the junk you thought was just. I learned much from you. Making money on this stuff. I love you dearly Grandmother for the lessons you taught. Nashoba copyrighted 2017
Sir or Ma'am, It's not blood but my sweat that trails the sidewalk of the boulevard. Dogs lick it for the salt. I've given them names but they growl. I wear a watch, a polo, and a prayer. I offer a future for you to entertain for the thirteen seconds that I exist at your front door
What does Santa have to do with Jesus Or an egg-laying rabbit for that matter. People who think this **** up must be As mad as Lewis Caroll’s Mad Hatter. I mean, these same store owners Got those stories from somewhere. Then put them out generously for Gullible parents so freely to share With kids grown greedy by the lack Of parental care and nurturing Not to mention pablum, for real As the family thing was rupturing.
Where did that rabbit come from? It never made sense at all to me. How did those ******* up genetics Get dragged into the nursery? It defies belief that anyone over eight Ever bought in to the silly tale. It was always so obvious to me That it was all to make a sale. So, first there was fat man and sleigh Flying at blinding electronic speed. With ungainly flying reindeer as What passes for valiant steeds.
Next we have a bunny who hides Millions of gaudy hard boiled eggs Then apparently hops right off On some very confused short legs. Did I leave out the Tooth Fairy? Now, that is a real piece of work. I really believed that pillow thing. My god was I ever a young ****! There might be someone else besides Fecund rabbit, fat men and a fairy. If they hadn’t brainwashed us so early This whole mishagas would be scary.
The new Genre Tourist Punk is sailing the nation. Hawaiian shirts and white keds are lining up all around Orlando to see up and thrifting bands like Lobster trap, Lighthouse tour and Dogs welcome.
Founded in a Starbucks by Toni and Dash, two MECA grads one student loan away from selling out and getting involved in the lighthouse painting business, The Band: Lobster Trap gave birth to a whole new genre. TOURIST PUNK Toni and Dash decided they needed to provide music that was expensive. niche. Something unspeakably mundane.
With smash hits like "This traffic is *******" And "My name still isn't Joe". Lobster Trap is flying up the American top 40 faster than you can say socks and sandals
Sales of "I HEART LOCATION" merch has skyrocketed with every launched tour. Crowds of L.L. bean boots and visors are Moshing, breaking poloroid cameras over each others heads in a salmon rage.
old school punk fanatics were skeptical at middle aged middle class suits getting into their scene. until it hit them that they could now throw punches at every pedestrian who ever cut them off.
"Hi thirsty, I'm Dad." By Land of the Polite Has been played more times in the last year then any taylor swift song.
Money once invested in college-bound middle class vacationlander spawn is being wisely spend on bands like "discount Polo", and "Local Diner"
So listeners. if you spend an obscene amount of money on travel fair, and over priced, cheaply made souvenirs; Or Work in customer service thriving to see those leaf peepers choked out by their own ***** packs. Do yourself a favor. road trip into your local bullmoose sporting your states name on your chest. And Treat yourself to an exclusive new album of TOURIST PUNK.