Hello Bill,

 TR>> Hypocrisy at it's finest.

 LL>> An agenda.  Everybody has an agenda.  I have an agenda.  They
 LL>> have an agenda.  Everybody else has an agenda, too.  The difference
 LL>> between me and others is that my agenda is not a hidden agenda.
 LL>> The question is, what is it those with hidden agendas are hiding,
 LL>> or trying to hide?

 BM> I have no agenda.

Oh, come now.  You don't really believe that, do you?
Getting through the day is an agenda in and of itself.
How you do it is up to you.  For total invalids, it
is up to others.  But it is most definitely an agenda.

 BM> What Richarson failed to comprehend is I had no issue with him being gay if
 BM> he was.  I stated it was his choice and his alone.

What does it matter what the sexual orientation of
an individual might or might not be?  How is that relevant
to the discussion at hand?

 BM> His agenda is to take other's words, twist them to meet his
 BM> narrow-mindedness so he feels superior.  I've coined it the "Don Quixote
 BM> Syndrome". He stated above I am good for that. Good for what?

Perhaps Don Quixote should have been tilting at millers
rather than windmills?  And what about his assistant, Sancho
Panza?  Would he have been better off staying behind?

 BM> In that I believe each person should live their life as they see fit as long
 BM> as it's not hurting another?

It is our nature to judge others.  That is not a bad
thing, but rather a good thing.  By what standard should
we judge others, and wish others to judge us?  That is
what we should be asking ourselves, not deluding ourselves
with the false concept of pretending to be masters of our
own fate.

                   -=begin excerpt=-

"And who succeeds in tilting at windmills," answered Murrel.

"Have you ever reflected," said his friend, "what a good
thing it would
have been if he had smashed the windmills? From what I know now of
medieval history, I should say his only mistake was in tilting at the
mills instead of the millers. The miller was the middleman of the middle
ages. He was the beginning of all the middlemen of the modern ages. His
mills were the beginning of all the mills and manufactures that have
darkened and degraded modern life. So that even Cervantes, in a way,
chose an example against himself. And it's more so with the other
examples. Don Quixote set free a lot of captives who were only convicts.
Nowadays it's mostly those who have been beggared who are jailed and
those who have robbed them who are free. I'm not sure the mistake would
be quite so mistaken."

"Don't you think," asked Murrel, "that modern things are too
complicated
to be dealt with in such a simple way?"

"I think," replied Herne, "that modern things are too
complicated to be
dealt with except in a simple way."

He rose from his feet and strode to and fro on the road with all the
dreamy energy of his prototype. He seemed trying to tear his real
meaning out of himself.

"Don't you see," he cried, "that is the moral of the whole thing. All
your machinery has become so inhuman that it has become natural. In
becoming a second nature, it has become as remote and indifferent and
cruel as nature. The Knight is once more riding in the forest. Only he
is lost in the wheels instead of in the woods. You have made your dead
system on so large a scale that you do not yourselves know how or where
it will hit. That's the paradox! Things have grown incalculable by being
calculated. You have tied men to tools so gigantic that they do not know
on whom the strokes descend. You have justified the nightmare of Don
Quixote. The mills really _are_ giants."

"Is there any method in that case," demanded the other.

"Yes; and you found it," replied Herne. "You did not bother about
systems, when you saw a mad doctor was madder than the madman. It is you
who lead and I who follow. You are not Sancho Panza. You are the other."

He stretched out his hand with something of the old gesture.

"What I said on the judgment-seat I say again by the roadside. You are
the only one of them born again. You are the knight that has returned."

Douglas Murrel was abruptly and horribly abashed.

                   -=end excerpt=-

[from "The Return of Don Quixote", by G.K. Chesterton]

 BM> Last I saw that was Constitutionally proected.

Since when?  Allowing others to do as they please as long
as they do not harm others?  People harm others all the time,
in various ways.  And it is all legal, fully protected by
the law.  We even sanction murder, in our name, calling it
"justice", and pay a doctor who has sworn to "do no harm"
to inject the victim with a deadly poison ...

--Lee

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