When the words you live by are words of your own, you bloody well have them framed and available for sale on Estee® or you have your web administrator assemble a “Go Fun Me” page or a “Kick-in-the-pants-Starter” thingy that requires friends and family to begrudgingly dig into their pockets to make a purchase that they’ll never forgive you for. Or not. Given your capacity as a public official, you set aside any notions of “monetization” — as the digital nutsacks would say — and you forgo foolhardy desirings of early retirement or travel abroad — where is it that you need to go when you have the entirety of the world wide web at your fingertips, morning noon and night? The words you live by are guiding principles that would suffer from obligations of a profit motive, so you frame your words and place them where you know that those who can most benefit from them will see them: Over the toilet in the station house latrine. Word.
Sunday, September 27
I Will: A Testament
When the words you live by are words of your own, you bloody well have them framed and available for sale on Estee® or you have your web administrator assemble a “Go Fun Me” page or a “Kick-in-the-pants-Starter” thingy that requires friends and family to begrudgingly dig into their pockets to make a purchase that they’ll never forgive you for. Or not. Given your capacity as a public official, you set aside any notions of “monetization” — as the digital nutsacks would say — and you forgo foolhardy desirings of early retirement or travel abroad — where is it that you need to go when you have the entirety of the world wide web at your fingertips, morning noon and night? The words you live by are guiding principles that would suffer from obligations of a profit motive, so you frame your words and place them where you know that those who can most benefit from them will see them: Over the toilet in the station house latrine. Word.
