Credo
"Sign on, young man, and sail with me. The stature of our homeland is no more than the measure of ourselves. Our job is to keep her free. Our will is to keep the torch of freedom burning for all. To this solemn purpose we call on the young, the brave, the strong, and the free. Heed my call, Come to the sea. Come Sail with me." -- John Paul Jones
"Pardon him, Theodotus; he is a barbarian, and thinks that the customs of his tribe and island are the laws of nature" --George Bernard Shaw, "Caesar and Cleopatra"
"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."--Friedrich Nietzsche
"A kind Providence has placed in our breasts a hatred of the unjust and cruel, in order that we may preserve ourselves from cruelty and injustice. They who bear cruelty, are accomplices in it. The pretended gentleness which excludes that charitable rancour, produces an indifference which is half an approbation. They never will love where they ought to love, who do not hate where they ought to hate."--Edmund Burke
“You say that it is your custom to burn widows. Very well. We also have a custom: when men burn a woman alive, we tie a rope around their necks and we hang them. Build your funeral pyre; beside it, my carpenters will build a gallows. You may follow your custom. And then we will follow ours.”--General Sir Charles Napier
"Μολὼν λαβέ" -- Leonidas
"Blogito Ergo Sum" -- Neptunus Lex
I can’t decided what is worst Lex is when you spend all day sorting your closet and right behind you your wife is putting the things that you want to keep in the Goodwill bag. That leads to questions a few months later of “Honey have you seen my shirt?”, then followed by either “No I have not.” or “Yes remember you gave it to Goodwill?” and you know that you put in in the save pile on the bed.
Or a week after dropping off your old clothes that meet requirements 1,2,3; there are kids from your neighborhood wearing those clothes since they have become cool again.
That’s why we do that clean-out about every 12-18 months. Spares us from the glaringly bad choices we made and also makes us feel a little better about the stuff we can’t fit into anymore. The changes are just a little less obvious in 12-18 months.
No pictures? Shame on you!
Just wait until you clean out the closet of your zoom bags and uniforms and replace with civilan garb.
Uniforms are easier!
Recalling the last time I cleaned out sartorially-expired outerwear, not being the man I once was turns out not to exactly be a Bad Thing(tm), if you get my drift.
Somewhat less for my kids to hold over my head, as it were, to boot.