An Indian (feather, not dot) sits in the shade of a tree along a country road. A man drives by and stops and asks the Indian what he's doing. Enjoying the day he says.
The man tells the Indian he needs to get a job. Why asks the Indian. So you can save money says the man. What do I need money for asks the Indian. So you can invest the mon…
An Indian (feather, not dot) sits in the shade of a tree along a country road. A man drives by and stops and asks the Indian what he's doing. Enjoying the day he says.
The man tells the Indian he needs to get a job. Why asks the Indian. So you can save money says the man. What do I need money for asks the Indian. So you can invest the money and someday retire. Why says the Indian. So when you retire, you can sit in the shade of a tree and enjoy the day.
So true, Ron. Such a rat race we have created for ourselves in our Country. I just spent a couple weeks in Mexico and I loved it. The people there have much less than we do but they are also happier and seemingly more satisfied. My favorite day was resting on the beach and watching Mexican fishermen clean their catch of the day. Didn't detect any misery in those guys. Lots of jokes, singing, laughter and banter with their buddies. I was envious of them and dreading the return to "murica" and the rat race. If I had the cojones, I'd pull an Andy Durfrain from the Shawshank Redemption and high tail it out of here to Mexico for a simpler life.
An Indian (feather, not dot) sits in the shade of a tree along a country road. A man drives by and stops and asks the Indian what he's doing. Enjoying the day he says.
The man tells the Indian he needs to get a job. Why asks the Indian. So you can save money says the man. What do I need money for asks the Indian. So you can invest the money and someday retire. Why says the Indian. So when you retire, you can sit in the shade of a tree and enjoy the day.
So true, Ron. Such a rat race we have created for ourselves in our Country. I just spent a couple weeks in Mexico and I loved it. The people there have much less than we do but they are also happier and seemingly more satisfied. My favorite day was resting on the beach and watching Mexican fishermen clean their catch of the day. Didn't detect any misery in those guys. Lots of jokes, singing, laughter and banter with their buddies. I was envious of them and dreading the return to "murica" and the rat race. If I had the cojones, I'd pull an Andy Durfrain from the Shawshank Redemption and high tail it out of here to Mexico for a simpler life.
Yet you endorse the rat race of the Market, the fore-runner of the AI Beast.