Zen and Lawrence Auster

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I have read several books on Zen and some from ancient philosophers like Epictetus.  I know the theory of releasing petty annoyances, letting them blow through you like wind through an open window.  Otherwise, you become Neal Rauhauser, utterly obsessed with every wrong or perceived wrong and willing to dedicate all of your being to making your tormentors pay, pay, pay!

Okay, here they are.

1.  Last Friday when I left my motel room to return home after a week's work, I forgot to pack three good business shirts, and left them in the drawer of my room.  I called, they said they would keep them safe for me until I returned the following Monday.  Now they are saying they can't find them, and the maids (who stole them) say they haven't seen them either.  I generally leave a tip for the maid on checkout day, but no more tips for thieves.  I hope Jose or Jesus (pronounced "Hey Zeus") enjoys the shirts.

2.  Lawrence Auster is one of my favorite online writers and we agree closely on many things, except for one subject near and dear to my heart, the Southern Confederacy for which my ancestors fought 147 years ago. Last week Auster wrote that the Confederates "brought war on themselves" and repeated other simplistic Yankee propaganda that would insult the intelligence of a boll weevil.  I struggled with the idea of writing a blistering rebuttal, but in the end refrained.  Larry is seriously ill with pancreatic cancer and winning an argument with him seems rather unimportant in light of that.

With that said, I will assume the Lotus position and begin my mantra.  On second thought, I think I'll watch television instead.

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