Permanently on the Naughty List.

This is a picture of Santa (or possibly one of his helpers) being arrested for protesting outside of a Wal-Mart. People picketed Wal-Mart for paying their workers so little that they had to have food drives to help their own employees have a decent meal on Thanksgiving.

Wal-Mart may have started out as a model of corporate citizenship, but right now, Sam Walton is spinning in his grave. If he could see what his creation has become today, he'd never stop screaming.

I don't fault those cops for doing their job. I DO fault them for not being right there on the protest lines with the others.

Instacurity?!

So...I saw this:



Seriously? "Instacurity"?!

I have a little tip for those who are afraid about what their on-line presence says about them: Don't. Post. Anything. On-line. That. You. Don't. Want. Anyone. Else. To. Know.

Seriously.

Facebook. Twitter. Worst. Inventions. Ever.

I do not possess a Facebook account or a Twitter account. I am not that desperate for attention. Merely posting infrequently on an on-line blog is drawing more attention to myself than I ever cared to. I don't advertise Voice, nor to I want to. I don't care if anyone besides me ever reads this.I simply want my thoughts preserved should my descendants ever happen to stumble across them someday.

If people fear becoming on-line outcasts, then the simplest solution to that is to not make every attempt to call attention to themselves on-line. I make frequent references to the fact that I'm lazy to explain the length of time that I take between posts. The truth, however, is that I don't post often because I don't want to call that much attention to myself.