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Somehow... SOMEHOW...

I will manage.

There's no copyright issue, correct?

Sid

So why are you even arguing?

newcomer, but don't you think you might want to put a little in before you draw traffic off?

Many people actually like the writing, and they want to see the rest of it on my site. So it's a reasonably good deal for them. And they are part of DU. So that's how I both contribute to and benefit from the community.

What you like is having an opinion and then having a 345-post comment war about it.

To each his own.

If someone likes the whole article, they can then access the rest of your deep thoughts.

He is putting something in to DU. He's posting very good satire. Obviously you like the quality of it, or you wouldn't be whining about the awful imposition of having to click on a link to read the end of it.

However, I think that to say that giving a link to ones website is "drawing traffic off DU" is absurd. Do you really think that an extra minute spent looking at another website is somehow going to hurt DU? Do you always avoid giving any links in all of your posts, in the hope that people reading DU will never leave the site?

I have not judged the quality of the work. I don't read 'new' DUers who blog-flog. You are free to.

Mr. Bibeau is also selling a book, which you are free to buy. He also flogs at Kos, so we are nothing special.

Many of them like my stuff. Some don't.

You are the first person to suggest that they shouldn't be exposed to my writing at all, because I'm not obeying the rules you think I should be obeying. And you're even saying you're not actually reading my OP. You just swooped in to grace us all with your opinion.

Do you realize your arrogance is so intense it probably gives off a smell?

And then, at the bottom, why not put your blog? That's what I've suggested from the start. Let us have a whole sweetmeat, as opposed to a morsel.

I get that you have revenue to generate, and books to sell. Certainly, I am not one to deprive you of livelihood. But why not do it openly?

It's one of the better blogs on the web. If the author wasn't linking to it, other people would be. I've seen links to him on Fred Clark's Slacktivist blog (another excellent one) for over a year, eg http://www.patheos.com/blogs/slacktivist/2011/12/02/frightened-by-the-ghost-of-the-heart/

Hell, Charles Blow in the New York Times reads him: http://www.nytimes.com/2013/01/26/opinion/blow-rig-the-vote.html . If you think DU is above having good writers put some of their stuff on DU, then I'm glad you don't set the policies here.

I get that you're dismissive of 'new' members, but since you are, it seems hypocritical to pretend you are welcoming them.

He has no copyright issue, so he is free to post entire screeds here. He doesn't have to bury the lead on his click-revenue generated blog. Nor is he prevented from posting the blog url at the end of his complete OPs.

It is his right to choose how he wishes to market; it is my right to decline to participate in his revenue stream. You may do as you wish.

I like it a lot. It hurts no one that he presents it as he does.

when he chooses to give us a work complete.

Then, I might participate in his revenue stream, and peruse his other works at my leisure. In the meantime, the gentleman can hardly protest the continued uplift of his thread through the mass of others by reason of my replies.

that the poor provided excellent nourishment in the form of tasty and tender children!

Pass that jar of mustard would you?

I thought the republicans only wanted to bring us back the 19th.

or any individual wingnuts/TeaBaggers for the person said here to be stained, crapped, and odiferous:

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http://www.potw.org/archive/potw158.html

Jonathan Swift (1667-1745)
[font size=5]THE LADY's DRESSING ROOM.[/font]

FIVE Hours, (and who can do it less in?)
By haughty Celia spent in Dressing;
The Goddess from her Chamber issues,
Array'd in Lace, Brocades and [FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: yellow"]Tissues[/FONT].

Strephon, who found the Room was void,
And Betty otherwise employ'd;
Stole in, and took a strict Survey,
Of all the [FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: yellow"]Litter[/FONT] as it lay;
Whereof, to make the Matter clear,
An Inventory follows here.

And first a [FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: yellow"]dirty Smock[/FONT] appear'd,
Beneath the Arm-pits well besmear'd.
Strephon, the Rogue, display'd it wide,
And turn'd it round on every Side.
On such a Point few Words are best,
And Strephon bids us guess the rest;
But swears [FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: yellow"]how damnably the Men lie,
In calling Celia sweet and cleanly[/FONT].
Now listen while he next produces
The various Combs for various Uses,
Fill'd up with Dirt so closely fixt,
No Brush could force a way betwixt.
A Paste of Composition rare,
[FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: yellow"]Sweat, Dandriff, Powder, Lead and Hair[/FONT];
A Forehead Cloth with Oyl upon't
To smooth the Wrinkles on her Front;
Here Allum Flower to stop the Steams,
Exhal'd from sour unsavoury Streams,
There Night-gloves made of Tripsy's Hide,
Bequeath'd by Tripsy when she dy'd,
With Puppy Water, Beauty's Help
Distill'd from Tripsy's darling Whelp;
Here Gallypots and Vials plac'd,
Some fill'd with Washes, some with Paste,
Some with Pomatum, Paints and Slops,
And Ointments good for scabby Chops.
Hard by a filthy Bason stands,
Fowl'd with the Scouring of her Hands;
The Bason takes whatever comes
The Scrapings of her Teeth and Gums,
A nasty Compound of all Hues,
For here she spits, and here she spues.
But oh! it turn'd poor Strephon's Bowels,
When he beheld and smelt the [FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: yellow"]Towels,
Begumm'd, bematter'd, and beslim'd
With Dirt, and Sweat, and Ear-Wax grim'd[/FONT].
No Object Strephon's Eye escapes,
Here Pettycoats in frowzy Heaps;
Nor be the Handkerchiefs forgot
All varnish'd o'er with Snuff and Snot.
The Stockings why shou'd I expose,
Stain'd with the Marks of [FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: yellow"]stinking Toes[/FONT];
Or greasy Coifs and Pinners reeking,
Which Celia slept at least a Week in?
A Pair of Tweezers next he found
To pluck her Brows in Arches round,
Or Hairs that sink the Forehead low,
Or on her Chin like Bristles grow.

The Virtues we must not let pass,
Of Celia's magnifying Glass.
When frighted Strephon cast his Eye on't
It shew'd the Visage of a Gyant.
A Glass that can to Sight disclose,
The smallest Worm in Celia's Nose,
And faithfully direct her Nail
To squeeze it out from Head to Tail;
For catch it nicely by the Head,
It must come out alive or dead.

Why Strephon will you tell the rest?
And must you needs describe the Chest?
That careless Wench! no Creature warn her
To move it out from yonder Corner;
But leave it standing full in Sight
For you to exercise your Spight.
In vain, the Workmen shew'd his Wit
With Rings and Hinges counterfeit
To make it seem in this Disguise
A [FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: yellow"]Cabinet[/FONT] to vulgar Eyes;
For Strephon ventur'd to look in,
Resolv'd to go thro' thick and thin;
He lifts the Lid, there needs no more,
He smelt it all the Time before.
As from within Pandora's box,
When Epimetheus op'd the Locks,
A sudden universal Crew
Of humane Evils upwards flew;
He still was comforted to find
That Hope at last remain'd behind;
So Strephon lifting up the lid,
To view what in the chest was hid.
The [FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: yellow"]Vapours[/FONT] flew from out the Vent,
But Strephon cautious never meant
The Bottom of the Pan to grope,
And fowl his Hands in Search of Hope.
O never may such vile Machine
Be once in Celia's Chamber seen!
O may she better learn to keep
"Those Secrets of the hoary deep!"

As Mutton Cutlets, Prime of Meat,
Which tho' with Art you salt and beat,
As Laws of Cookery require,
And toast them at the clearest Fire;
If from adown the hopeful Chops
The Fat upon a Cinder drops,
To stinking Smoak it turns the Flame
Pois'ning the Flesh from whence it came;
And up exhales a greasy Stench,
For which you curse the careless Wench;
So Things, which must not be exprest,
When plumpt into the reeking Chest,
Send up an excremental Smell
To taint the Parts from whence they fell.
The Pettycoats and Gown perfume,
Which [FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: yellow"]waft a Stink[/FONT] round every Room.

Thus finishing his grand Survey,
Disgusted Strephon stole away
Repeating in his amorous Fits, [font size=5]
[FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: yellow"]Oh! Celia, Celia, Celia shits[/FONT]! [/font]

But Vengeance, Goddess never sleeping,
Soon punish'd Strephon for his Peeping;
His foul Imagination links
Each Dame he sees with all her Stinks:
And, if unsav'ry Odours fly,
Conceives a Lady standing by:
All Women his Description fits,
And both Idea's jump like Wits:
By vicious Fancy coupled fast,
And still appearing in Contrast.
I pity wretched Strephon blind
to all the Charms of Female Kind;
Should I the Queen of Love refuse,
Because she rose from stinking Ooze?
To him that looks behind the Scene,
Satira's but some pocky Quean.
When Celia in her Glory shows,


If Strephon would but stop his Nose;
(Who now so impiously blasphemes
Her Ointments, Daubs, and Paints and Creams,
Her Washes, Slops, and every Clout,
With which he makes so foul a Rout; )
He soon would learn to think like me,
And bless his ravisht Sight to see
Such Order from Confusion sprung,
Such gaudy [FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: yellow"]Tulips rais'd from Dung[/FONT].



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Likely first published in 1732, the above poem can be found in:

Swift, Jonathan. The Poems of Jonathan Swift, Vol. II. Harold Williams, Ed. Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1937.
Ferguson, Margaret, Mary Jo Salter, and Jon Stallworthy, eds. The Norton Anthology of Poetry (Fourth Edition). New York: W.W. Norton & Company, 1996.

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Just because the government or king was messing up the ability of the common folk to
better themselves by having restrictive regulations it was a different situation. Today people
have grown their businesses so large that they are powerful enough to cheat their employees
out of rightful wages and benefits. This is why we need regulation today - So that the robber
baron doesn't abuse his workers.

Not ducking the tough calls is great as long as the person making the decisions has the intelligence
to make a balanced decision and not make the decision to continue to take money from the
middle class and give it to the wealthy who will only invest the money in order to make more money
at the cost of making it difficult for the middle class to have the discretionary funds to buy goods
from the businesses that keeps the economy going.

Lastly, families are made up of parents and children. The parents teach the children to grow up to be
caring and responsible adults who will grow up to contribute to society. There are children that need
to be adopted and because of this the parents don't need to participate in natural childbirth in order
to create a family. If that were the case then, women and men who were together but could not
create a child for one reason or another and adopted a child would not be considered a family.

You spew a lot of points in order to prove the point you wish to make at the expense of muddling
the facts and disproving the argument you wish to support.

That's why our society grows in it's thinking and it's laws - Because thinking becomes outmoded
when new situations prove that the old logic is flawed.

There was a link to it on the blog, but not in the excerpt here. http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/A_Modest_Proposal

You can also look it up, or Jonathan Swift, on Wikipedia. It might help you understand the OP.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Modest_Proposal
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonathan_Swift