"The ship was sinking---and sinking fast. The captain told the passengers and crew, 'We've got to get the lifeboats in the water right away.'
But the crew said, 'First we have to end capitalist oppression of the working class. Then we'll take care of the lifeboats.'
Then the women said, 'First we want equal pay for equal work. The lifeboats can wait.'
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The racial minorities said, 'First we need to end racial discrimination. Then seating in the lifeboats will be allotted fairly.'
The captain said, 'These are all important issues, but they won't matter a damn if we don't survive. We've got to lower the lifeboats right away!'
But the religionists said, 'First we need to bring prayer back into the classroom. This is more important than lifeboats.'
Then the pro-life contingent said, 'First we must outlaw abortion. Fetuses have just as much right to be in those lifeboats as anyone else.'
The right-to-choose contingent said, 'First acknowledge our right to abortion, then we'll help with the lifeboats.'
The socialists said, 'First we must redistribute the wealth. Once that's done everyone will work equally hard at lowering the lifeboats.'
The animal-rights activists said, 'First we must end the use of animals in medical experiments. We can't let this be subordinated to lowering the lifeboats.'
Finally the ship sank, and because none of the lifeboats had been lowered, everyone drowned."
--Daniel Quinn
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I've been thinking. I wonder why I don't write when I'm happy, only when I'm sad or confused or in some sort of miserable pathetic state of emotion. I think it's because happiness is a hot air balloon you float on, and who doesn't enjoy the sensation of being weightless? But sadness, anger, etc. is a heavy weight and you have to kick that weight off before you're thrown into the ocean. I kick off my weight by venting.
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