Sinister.
Actually good question that I wouldn't mind babe answering. haha (only serious)
thanks for the invite.
How do you know Mormons don't do that with the Jello? And considering who owns the big beer outfits, it could be something in the beer, too.
I'm pretty sure this thread is about the Libertarian ideal of personal freedom, but I've been thinking a bit about an 1830s "revelation" of Joseph Smith, received after Emma and some other women told him and his elite corps of Leaders told him they were not going to clean up a room filled with splattered chaws, buggers wipe all over the furniture, and the floor an inch deep in mud from the shoes or boots these noble thinkers were too damn good to take off before coming inside.
Personally, I find women are the instigators of most of my "revelations", too. So much so that I sometimes allow as how that if it weren't for women, there'd be no such thing as civilization.
But, seriously, the Lord told Joseph Smith that the underlying reason for not drinking tea or coffee, smoking or chewing tobacco, or alcoholic drinking. . . . . . is because of the international corporate purveyors these basically worthless if not harmful habit-forming commodities. The way I read it, the Lord Himself says it's not good to spend your hard-earned limited means on worthless stuff that supports people who will use their profits from your destruction buying your government and turning you into slaves.
Frankly, it strikes me as absurd that a government can tell people what to do with any resources, material or intellectual, and it's proof of my thesis above that international corporates have been buying our governments for ages to ensure their profits. The modern translation of "evil and conspiring men" is "lobbyists and politicians".
So, Game, take a stand for freedom and dump your habituating vices, and the whole world will come out fresh and hopeful, and you'll live to play with your great-grandkids. Talking about the "right" or "privilige" to enslave yourself to merhandizers just seems absurd to me. . . . .