My wife loves flowers. Cut, potted, our house is full of them.
She’s also very good at taking care of them.
I like playing with a camera.
I’m not as good as she is. None of my pictures convey the true beauty of her flowers…
Yesterday, when shooting some close-ups, something hit me.
We modestly cover up our bodies while with shameless naivety proudly display the sexual organs of the plants we grow for this very purpose.
“Talking about morality in a class about nationalism is sort of like talking about modesty in a swingers club or moderation in a crack house.”
John Faithful Hammer
Absolutely brilliant observation!
I haven’t tried swinging but I imagine that each of the participants does exert a certain form of ‘modestly’, otherwise they would be rapidly kicked out by the rest.
Similarly, no crack addict would survive even his first ‘session’ without being actually ‘moderate’.
As for ‘nationalism’… well, there is nothing wrong when people stick together in an attempt to lead a decent life, in close cooperation with the other nations.
Nationalism becomes dangerous, a.k.a. immoral, only when the people promoting it attempt to lead a (more) than decent life at the expense of all those who happen to live around them. The ‘funny’ part being, of course, the fact that this kind of nationalism invariably leads to tragedy. Mostly for those foolish enough to ‘swallow’ it, but not exclusively.
nicichiarasa 