There's that margin of error that you allow to exist in your mind, you want to give everything the benefit of the doubt, you want to look at another person and say maybe we could be friends and that's all well at first, but then you have to reach that point in your life, wherein you don't have time to live on the margins of error and you have to say, so what if there is a margin of error that exists? I don't think that this person and I could walk down the same path together, because she's like that and I am like this; I must relieve myself of fearing the error, the 'what could have been'. You know, sometimes we can be so afraid of the what could have been that we overlook the right here and now! And end up forsaking who we are and what makes us happy and what we want and don't want! There is an error that takes place; when living too much for the what could have been. There comes a time when you must give YOURSELF the benefit of the doubt! Know thyself. Color-in those margins of error with your favorite color; make them your own, make them work for you, let them be in your favor!
C. JoyBell C.
New Rule: Conservatives have to stop rolling their eyes every time they hear the word France. Like just calling something French is the ultimate argument winner. As if to say, What can you say about a country that was too stupid to get on board with our wonderfully conceived and brilliantly executed war in Iraq? And yet an American politician could not survive if he uttered the simple, true statement: France has a better health-care system than we do and we should steal it. Because here, simply dismissing an idea as French passes for an argument. John Kerry? Couldn't vote for him--he looked French. Yeah, as a opposed to the other guy, who just looked stupid.Last week, France had an election and people over there approach an election differently. They vote. Eighty-five percent turned out. You couldn't get eighty-five percent of Americans to get off the couch if there was an election between tits and bigger tits and they were giving out free samples.Maybe the high turnout has something to do with the fact that the French candidates are never asked where they stand on evolution, prayer in school, abortion, stem cell research, or gay marriage. And if the candidate knows about a character in a book other than Jesus, it's not a drawback. The electorate doesn't vote for the guy they want to have a croissant with. Nor do they care about private lives. In the current race, Madame Royal has four kids, but she never got married. And she's a socialist. In America, if a Democrat even thinks you're calling him liberal, he grabs an orange vest and a rifle and heads into the woods to kill something.Royal's opponent is married, but they live apart and lead separate lives. And the people are okay with that, for the same reason they're okay with nude beaches: because they're not a nation of six-year-olds who scream and giggle if they see pee-pee parts. They have weird ideas about privacy. They think it should be private. In France, even mistresses have mistresses. To not have a lady on the side says to the voters, I am no good at multitasking.Like any country, France has its faults, like all that ridiculous accordion music--but their health care is the best in the industrialized world, as is their poverty rate. And they're completely independent of Mid-East oil. And they're the greenest country. And they're not fat. They have public intellectuals in France. We have Dr. Phil. They invented sex during the day, lingerie and the tongue. Can't we admit we could learn something from them?
Bill Maher