Love is never having to say you’re sorry- dumbest thing ever?
olivermellors
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David Johnson is an interesting fellow. He represents Canada’s Head of State. Elizabeth II is Queen of Canada, its Sovereign and vested with the full power to govern. She delegates that power to others chosen by democratic means. Hence, in Canada, we have complete democracy and a figurehead dictator. There are no arguments about succession, no political competition to be the next King. Just stability, dependant upon the “dictator’s” integrity, self control and absence of political ambition. David Johnson is like that too, and there are a lot of players in eCanada who are as well. You don’t have to look hard to find them, just look in the right places. The political arena is not the right place.
When Mr. Johnson was at Harvard he played hockey, which is fitting for a lad born in Sudbury. Erich Segal was there at the same time. I have heard they were roommates. Al Gore and Tommy Lee Jones notwithstanding, I prefer to believe that the Oliver character in Love Story was inspired in part by a sensitive Canadian jock earning academic credentials from the best universities in the world. I bet he plays bridge.
It isn’t clear what kills Oliver’s Jennie, maybe the same illness that attacks Forrest’s Jenny, an unspecified infection which makes the victim linger and waste. Sometimes the best plans and the best people can’t bend the arc, but eCanada’s story hasn’t been completed yet. The next chapters could be about prophylactics, because dicks need condoms to stay healthy.
Keep democracy; wear a dictator.
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She walked past the accessory store with much difficulty, she managed not to turn her head
*not going to buy anything, not going to buy* she hushed it to herself, clutching her new bag harder.
Not even a foot or two away from the store, her mind gave in, the urge of buying a new bag won.
*Ok, this is the last this month!* she made another *last* resolution and turned back towards the store.
She entered the store, man at the counter flashed a *How are you?* kind of smile at her as she strolled around shop for her new hand bag. At the corner of her eye, she observed a man trying to select a ladies hand bag. With one hand in the pocket and another rubbing his forehead, his discomfort in an alien space was quite visible. He looked familiar.
She observed him carefully and before she was aware, she was beside him,
*How many times did I tell you not to venture out into unknown areas?* she said with a tone.
He turned his head, his eyes light up as he saw her face, *what the hell are you doing here?* he said.
*May be, I should say that, you were just selecting a ladies item* she cut back,
*I mean, I thought u were in some other city, anyway first help me select a gift for my cousin, all these things are just too much for me* he replied.
Within a few minutes they were at the counter paying the bill for the gift-wrapped item in his hand.
*How are you here? I did not know you were posted here?* he inquired as they stood in the line.
*Well, it’s been two months since I got transferred here…* she spoke as she looked at him peculiarly
*What?*
*You want me to believe you did not know where I am?* she said.
*Ah, we haven’t spoken to each other in last three years, did we?* he replied checking the bill in his hand.
*Guess we have lot of things to catch up..* she spoke in a low voice *If we have time to sit and talk*
She walked past the accessory store with much difficulty, she managed not to turn her head
*not going to buy anything, not going to buy* she hushed it to herself, clutching her new bag harder.
Not even a foot or two away from the store, her mind gave in, the urge of buying a new bag won.
*Ok, this is the last this month!* she made another *last* resolution and turned back towards the store.
She entered the store, man at the counter flashed a *How are you?* kind of smile at her as she strolled
around shop for her new hand bag. At the corner of her eye, she observed a man trying to select a ladies
hand bag. With one hand in the pocket and another rubbing his forehead, his discomfort in an alien space
was quite visible. He looked familiar.
She observed him carefully and before she was aware, she was beside him,
*How many times did I tell you not to venture out into unknown areas?* she said with a tone.
He turned his head, his eyes light up as he saw her face, *what the hell are you doing here?* he said.
*May be, I should say that, you were just selecting a ladies item* she cut back,
*I mean, I thought u were in some other city, anyway first help me select a gift for my cousin, all these
things are just too much for me* he replied.
Within a few minutes they were at the counter paying the bill for the gift-wrapped item in his hand.
*How are you here? I did not know you were posted here?* he inquired as they stood in the line.
*Well, it’s been two months since I got transferred here…* she spoke as she looked at him peculiarly
*What?*
*You want me to believe you did not know where I am?* she said.
*Ah, we haven’t spoken to each other in last three years, did we?* he replied checking the bill in his hand.
*Guess we have lot of things to catch up..* she spoke in a low voice *If we have time to sit and talk*
I know what your getting at here pure good players who would never use politics or positioning to have a say in how they operate. Regardless for themselves or if put in a position to push the buttons for the country as a higher power.
The obvious flaw of the whole thing is that someone who hasn't played with the same activity level of his peers that he will lead as a figurehead.
The obvious issues that would arise would be sometimes this game comes down to timing of the buttons pushed especially when it comes to war.
This person not being an active member of the community would be saddled with having to log on more times a day then they would be used to. For the basics of checking PMs and pressing the right buttons.
Would you yourself as an unbiased player be prepared to slog through the crap to push buttons or log on at 3am to make an attack on another nation for an advantage.
Something to thing about from those that so easily judge from the peanut gallery.
1. This article was published at 3 in the morning.
2. The dictator doesn't have any buttons that need urgent, super time sensitive pushing except the occasional NE.
3. Many people live by a personal standard that insists any job they take must be done well and with integrity. Many of them reside in the peanut gallery.
4. When I offer an idea I am not judging people.
5. A lot of my ideas are poor.
6. The current president agrees with your point of view. It is unlikely that my poor idea has any future.
I liked that GG example:
"Hence, in Canada, we have complete democracy and a figurehead dictator. There are no arguments about succession, no political competition to be the next King. Just stability, dependant upon the “dictator’s” integrity, self control and absence of political ambition."
I'm not a smart man, but oliver always has a way of explaining things so I can understand them.
Oliver's Jennie had Leukemia, Forrest's Jenny had AIDS.
The rest is up for debate.
I think most players that have proven they could reliably be entrusted with the job of Dictator wouldn't want it for the same reasons they aren't more involved already.
~hyuu~
The next chapters could be about prophylactics, because dicks need condoms to stay healthy.
so worth my endorsement