Tuesday, 08 November 2011
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Fickle Pickle
One of the biggest criticisms in politics and in life is to call somebody a flip-flopper. Indecisive people are the scum of the earth. Or are they. I’m not completely decided on that yet. I know I don’t like ‘em, though. See, the problem with a flip-flopper is that they can’t be relied upon for something. One day they’re smoking a joint, and 30 years later they’re leading an anti-Marijuana campaign and writing up their old smoke-buddy friends.It’s betrayal. It’s a betrayal of a cause, and of a friendship. I know I’ll never go back to New Mexico now, even if it was legal for me to do so. I can’t handle the emotional pain. And that’s what it means to be indecisive: you destroy the lives of everybody around you.
I want to tell you a little story. When I was younger, I had a friend named Rick. Rick was small for his age, and not particularly bright. It’s kind of a common set of traits for people named Rick. Anyway, one day Rick and I were going to go to the circus together, but Rick couldn’t go. Turns out, his mom said, Rick got sick. In fact, Rick got so sick that he couldn’t come out to play for a very long time.
After a while, though, he got better and we went for walks and saw shows and played together and it was like Rick had never been sick at all. But then one day Rick couldn’t come out to play, and his mom said he’d never be able to come out to play ever again. Rick had died of polio. I was devastated.
And you know why?
Not just because Rick had died, but because Rick had gotten better and then died. I never forgave Rick for that, and I could never love another person I even suspected of being a flip-flopper. This is why I can’t ever vote Democrat. This, and their morally abhorrent position on women’s rights to choose.
Once you define a position, stick to it and defend it to the death. I don’t care how wrong you are – this is what men do. Anything else makes you a fickle pickle. Fickle pickle, fickle pickle!
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YOWZA. Rick didn't REALLY die of polio, did he?! Because if so, I'm sorry for your loss. And if not, I love it that "Rick" rhymes with "sick." No, really, I'm sorry for your loss. If Rick really died of polio. IF he did. And I'm not going back and forth just to be fickle.
Loss hurts, and I'm sorry for yours. Pickles are only fickle when they get LIMP. Pears don't get limp; then again, they don't get pickled, either.
it would be so much better if his name was Rickle. because then it would rhyme with pickle.
I'm sorry for your loss, here's a hug from the happle girl [-insert air hug here-]
But in relation to this flip-floppyness you speak of, I read a quote somewhere almost every year, and that quote was "stand for your beliefs, even if you're all alone" I don't know if that's really anti-flip-floppyness, but it seems like it to me.
it rhymes!
A french saying is : " Often woman changes " and I add "man , too ".
In france this kind of people are a lot .We call them "le marais " ( the marsh ) . This means they are not a rock!
In friendship
Michel
All politicians do it, to some extent. And I agree, they shouldn't.
Hmmm... principles... sincerity...
yeah yeah yeah yeah! fipple all over me pleeeeease!
it's okay to say you're wrong. as long as you don't rape or kill, pretty much nobody will notice
Why can't you go to New Mexico and what did that have to do with the story? So you are prolife? Do you have the person hood amendment on your voting ballot too?
I'm pretty indecisive myself. I'm also a woman, which means I can't choose even if I try. I really don't see why you would associate with one such as me.
i'll be maniacsicko till the end!!
My ojiichan had polio.
Ya know if you believe a pear is a pear at pollination, then there's no flip flopping on trees' right to choose. Protect the innocent pear!
You need to grow up. Find something better to do than make a parody page.
@Ambrosius_Augustus_Rex - I think you mean pearody!
What a Pearody, but if supposedly Ricky was a Christian he would be able to come back to life and do another flip flop.
My sister in law has had a polio infection, it only gets worse as the surviving nerves wear down and start to break down. I am glad that America has virtually eliminated polio, so we don't have to end up like FDR and pretend that we don't need crutches.
It is funny that politicians may spend 10 years in office and we want them to never change their opinion on an issue.
Make the best decision with what information you have at that time. Making a decision and sticking to it years later, even if the circumstances have changed dramatically is absolutely beyond dense. I'm all for "stickin' to my guns" logic when it applies. Making a new decision later is not betrayal. It's called becoming more educated. I mean what I say and say what I mean too.
Just my input on this. I don't like people that back peddle or are wishy washy when something important is at hand. Hell, now you have me doing it! :)I agree with you on that last line but I think you should remember that what happened to your friend was not his fault and that we are all at the mercy of our genes and dna and forces in life that are bigger than all of us.
I get the strong impression you don't like people named Rick? I bet they like you. They probably never want to give you up, or never want to let you down.
Well then you Must Hate God too he changes his mind all the time.
With this whole post, it brought back a memory. After I graduated high school (LONG time ago), I worked in a clothing store. My manager was a real bitch. I was a cashier, yet got stuck doing a lot of other random shit. One day, she brought a stack of shirts and threw them on my counter. Myself and another cashier were tasked to take all the straight pins and cardboard around the collar out. 5 minutes in, the owner walks in, sees what we are doing, and flips out. This wasn't supposed to be happening at the front counter. My manager comes over, starts yelling at us telling us to get it off the counter. I just looked at the other cashier, like "seriously?" She was the one that threw them on the counter. Being 18, I just went along with it. To this day, I still want to stab that bitch in the face. Her name was Brenda, and I've learned not to trust most Brendas. Couldn't believe she threw us under the bus to make herself look good.
Not really a "changing of mind" type of story, but oh well. Random.