Dec. 18, 2005 - Who's Your Daddy?
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Definition of a Pimp: a man who solicits clients for a prostitute
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Definition of a Prostitute: a woman who engages in degrading acts for money
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Definition of Employ: to make use of; to use advantageously
If you frequent my blog you will notice that I often give common definitions for words and then define the term further. The term "pimp" is currently thrown around in everyday chit-chat which has given it more elaborate meaning than that quoted above from Webster's Dictionary. Words can evolve through usage.
To give a more in-depth definition of "pimp" we have to examine what a pimp does. A pimp uses women and/or men to work for his benefit. Those women and/or men benefit also but not as much as the pimp. And how does the pimp get these people to do what he wants? He uses big words, big promises, puts on a big show, advertises his goodies, and lures them until they buy into what he's selling them. He uses everything and everyone to his advantage which means he's an employer (see definition for employ). Every single employer uses what they can to get people to buy into what they are selling. Let's investigate this concept further...
Let's imagine that you own a clothing boutique. You decide where your boutique will be located, what your hours of operation will be, who you will employ, how much those employees will be paid, and how business will be conducted. You put your boutique on a busy corner of the city; you decide it will be open from 9 to 5 and that you need 4 employees. The boutique carries women's clothing and you decide what styles. You put a big ad in the paper for employees. You offer them rewards (whether it be good benefits, discounts, etc.) and tell them what a great employer you are. You tell those employees how to dress, how to act, what to do and say-- basically you own them from 9 to 5, otherwise they can go work elsewhere. Those employees get a small fraction of the profits from your business as you have to keep the store functioning and pay yourself better than them (otherwise you might as well be an employee of someone else, right?). The whole point of owning your own business is so YOU get to make all of the executive decisions -- who, what, why, when and how. You tell your employees when to work, how to dress, what to say, what their position is, when to take breaks, and how much they are worth. These workers of yours stand when you say stand, tuck in a shirt when you say so, get paid when you pay them, and if they choose not to do it you have the power to find someone who will. You collect most of the profits while you divvy out to each employee what you think their value is to your business.
Now let's imagine that you are a pimp...
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Dec. 14, 2005 - Freedom of Speech + Links
     
Definition of a Hippie: a usually young person who rejects the mores of established society (as by dressing unconventionally or favoring communal living) and advocates a nonviolent ethic
I don't know if I necessarily agree with Webster's description of a hippie. If I were to define the term, I would say that a hippie is someone who practices individuality, thinks outside of the box, and uses the most outstanding right we were ever given in this country which is freedom of speech.
I'm giving away my age by saying this, but I grew up around hippies and bikers and I guess you could say that their attitudes, styles, and philosophies are embedded in me. I don't enjoy following society's idea of how a person should live and I believe I have the right to do and say how I please as long as it isn't hurting anyone else.
I have the deepest admiration and respect for those who came before me and had the courage to speak out, do something different, and make changes for us all -- and for those who continue to do so. This entry is dedicated to those people!
I have to include some web links with this entry. I welcome any additional sites that focus on freedom of speech and/or making a positive difference in the world.
P.S... In case you are one of those people who are wondering why I
would include links to Larry Flynt and Howard Stern because
their forums disgust you, it is men like these who go to the
extreme to keep your right to free speech alive. Never forget
that!
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Dec. 14, 2005 - Have Gun Will Travel
I recently moved to Las Vegas -- please don't ask me where I'm from as it's a secret. It was a split-second decision to come here and may I suggest that you don't try this yourself. My life already goes by Murphy's Law so that fact alone should have forewarned me that moving hastily would cause some mayhem.
 I basically left most of my belongings behind and am beginning to miss them. How does one not pack socks?? Anyway, back to my trip -- I had to travel over mountains to get here and at one point during my journey I was behind an 18-wheeler on a steep, icy grade and his tires were throwing mud onto my windshield and naturally I was out of windshield wiper fluid. As you can guess, mud and moving windshield wipers are not a good mix. My car was moving about 40 miles per hour down a steep, icy grade and I could not see a thing! Somehow I managed to get out of that mess right into another fiasco.
About an hour further into my driving, the car begins to overheat. I mean, it was really smokin' and not in a good way. Of course I was in the middle of nowhere. It took about 5 hours to get the car towed into the nearest town and the tow truck driver didn't have room for me in his truck so I had to ride IN the car ON the tow truck. That was an adventure of its own. And come to find out, the car wasn't even worth towing as the engine was ruined from the overheating.
So there I was in a small, God-forsaken town with no car -- and well, no car. And as much as it hurts me to admit it, I don't have any credit cards (I was forced to cut those up after the divorce). No credit cards pretty much means a person is shit out of luck, UNLESS you are in a small, God-forsaken town. It's as if small towns are 50 years behind the times. By some miracle, believe it or not, I managed to rent a car without a credit card, no cash up front and was back on my merry way. So now my Vegas theme song is, "Ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no valley low enough, ain't no river wide enough to keep me from gettin' to you, babe".
Now is your chance to share your travel horror story...
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