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THE INTELLIGENT ATTACK
ONLY THE WEAK

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Who Else They Got?

February 22, 2007                                          © 2007 JAN COX

And now this story:
"A story of a king who drew little sketches on dollar sized paper, and the people began to collect them and use them as money; and how the king then thought about the drawings he'd kept for himself, and that he now wanted to use as his own currency, weren't worth any more than anyone else's.
Or a story where it was or a story where at first it wasn't, but then he made it so.
Or a story of a king who wanted to make use of a story like this, but just couldn't seem to get it to jell." End of a story.

Left alone for the weekend, one kid up and thought:
"Well, if you're going to just stand there and not cough--what's the sense in even breaking your ribs?!!"
(His ole man is due back Monday.)

Regarding the rule that: "To be an expert you must be able to ignore the obvious," do note an important operational corollary, to wit: "To be an expert requires that you also be able to treat the obvious as though it were not so."

Imaginary conversation, Part Seven Thousand, Six Hundred and Forty Blah-blah: First Sound:
"The intelligent attack only the weak."
Second one: "Who else they got?!!"
Yet another normally overlooked talent of the mind over, for instance, the solar plexus, is that it can take a direct body blow and never even notice it.
"Hey," then said a third voice that slipped in, "Why do you bozos think we're called 'Thinking creatures' in the first place?!!"

By the by: That chap I mentioned recently who doesn't seem to care much at all for man's movies and other dramatic efforts has added one more comment to his verbal collection. He says that as far as "acting" goes that it's rather pitiful to see men trying to pretend to be something else when they can hardly even
be what they are.

One city said, "Hey, you look serious--
you must be from around here."

In an attempt to bring some fresh air into the congress that was his mind, this one chap would make all of his "thought-legislators," who were about to vote together, stand together on one side of the room and hold hands.

A "Two possibilities" play:
If the future looks dark, you're either ordinary,
or, you're seeing the future.
....and a query is queried:
"Shouldn't there be at least one more possibility?"

The speaker in the park proclaimed,
"To a blind man all colors are black."
And a man in the assembly cried back,
"To a blind man there are no such things as colors."
And the speaker responded,
"Reign back, sir--you attempt to 'play words' with me."
To which the man replied, "That--apparently momentarily escaping your memory--is what brought you here to begin with."
And the speaker responded -- "Ah HAH!"
(And all was well again for a spell.)

Coming from the examination area, the voice could even be heard by those in the waiting room: "No sir! I shall not be placated! Not so long as I'm alive."

An older star told a younger satellite, "It's hard to know what you're doing if you don't know what you're doing--unless, of course-o, you're a big-boy enough to know that you don't know what you're doing but it works all the same; and since you won't be discussing it with anyone, nobody will ever know the difference anyway."

One city entrepreneur, in a fresh attempt to combine aspects of both man's more mundane and artistic possibilities, is advertising his Wagner School Of Eighteen-Wheelers--where their motto is:
"If you can sing, you can drive the 'big-rigs'."

Few attended the lecture, but even fewer were expected to;
it's title: "The Mind-&-Bodomy Dichotomy."

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