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cantdog said:Sorry not to have been here at 3 a.m., Sher. Accept my sympathy, please.
cantdog said:I like the bit about "instead of making the world suffer for you."
That's insight. Good for you, man.
I gave up on regrets as a road sign when I noticed that my strongest regrets were for my good deeds, not my venal ones. Like the guy who found a bag of cash and turned it in instead of just keeping it. He and his wife both kicked his ass unmercifully for a fool for that good deed.
My regretter seems to be stuck mourning lost opportunity. I always forgive myself for backsliding, but for not looking out for myself first, I have regrets. So I tell them to fuck off, and do what seems right to me, just the same.
cantdog said:Nah. I'm wicked lazy, and a sensualist.
I do get in trouble helping people, though, sometimes. We had a fellow hit town about nine in the morning. He'd been in the grunt, if you follow me. Those guys are never ex-marines; he had issues. A cab dropped him in the parking lot of my church, where the door was open, since I do not fear the street.
By 9:10 he was embarked on a telephone campaign to local churches looking for a bus ticket. I had been unaware that the world owes you bus tickets, but it seems that it does.
He had a cane to walk with and an awful lot of heavy baggage, he could never have carried it all solo without making multiple trips. Once he was inside First ___ he needed a ride if he were to proceed further.
He also required a hotel room for the night. He ccouldn't count on a shelterto keep all his baggage secure, he didn't like shelter accommodations for the smells and the noises, the petty thievery, and whatnot. He was a musicologist, he was above that.
He made his requests as flat demands, because he was entitled to these things. I gave him and his bags a ride to his meeting with the Salvation Army fellow.
Harold at the Salvation Army is outstanding. That man lives it. He has taken on a co-ordinator position for a lot of the area churches' casual ad hoc charity work, in addition to all the day-to-day administration of the soup kitchen, crisis counseling, and god-knows-what-- food, shelter, the Thrift Store, the man has a role in all of it.
Since he began co-ordinating us church types, our bumbling efforts to do good have acquired focus. No longer can a scam artist rotate through the churches, even giving different names, and hit us up over and over, for instance. Harold keeps files on all of the people any of us help. He follows up. There's no end to it.
We got there, and I sent the fellow to Harold and waited in the hall. I got to play with a baby while a mother went off to do something, so that was all right. Harold was unwilling to help the dude. I was supportive; Harold could see it left me holding the bag, as it were, so I told him I was all right. I trust Harold's judgement, and I was unwilling to help the dude very much, myself.
I took him back to the church. From ten to twelve he called and alienated church after church, even Jewish congregations, all over that end of the county. He thought he had a bite in Millinocket, he said. Millinocket is doing a whole lot of support work right now, the paper company finally seems to have abandoned the mill town, and there are a great many new poor and new homeless there. I explained what he would find there-- more mass shelters and soup kitchens-- and explained that the town was nearly a two-hour drive away, and all by itself off the edge of the woods. No Millinocket, not in my car.
So we drove to Orono and the Newman Center, where he alienated the secretary, back into town, then out again. By four o'clock, I left him and the bags in the Newman Center parking area so he could meet the priest on his way in to perform Mass. I loitered with the secretary and watched him insult and alienate the priest before I left.
I get off work that day at noon, and I was in the doghouse, at first, for not showing up home until 4:30. It happens.

Actually, it makes perfect sense.Lucifer_Carroll said:If I said that what matters is to follow a course of action where you had no regrets, it'd be misunderstood, twisted, screwed around and thrown in my face.
So, fuck a written morality. I'll follow what I follow, the rest of you are on your own.
Originally posted by amicus
You are absolutely correct Joe Wordsworth...when you say that people do not wish to know that an objective study of ethics exists.
Since I have tried, and failed, I might add, to define the origin of ethical human actions; perhaps you might have a go?
Good luck...
amicus the ethical...
Originally posted by SeaCat
To those of you who might be interested, I don't follow a moral code per se. I follow a code of Honor. I don't go out of my way to hurt other people, except under certain circumstances.
There are some things I will not tolerate, and will react rather badly to. (Rape, Spousal Abuse, Group Attacks, {no matter the provocation. If you're not secure enough in your strength to attack one on one then don't attack when I'm around.} Taking advantage of Children, either for Porn or for other purposes, Unwanted Peeping. Well you get the idea.)
On the other hand, I don't agree with many of the "Moral" laws instituted by those who have come before me. I don't believe in the idea of Indecent Exposure. (Show me how nudity hurts others.) I don't believe that a person who lusts after another is immoral. I don't believe a person can love only one person. (Bigamy can be a good thing if entered into with open eyes by all parties.) I don't believe that being nude means you are asking or sex, but I also don't believe that casual sex between consenting adults is wrong.
In other words I believe that if it feels good, and others aren't getting hurt, (unless they want to get hurt,) then go for it. Because of this I have been called Amoral, (Lacking in morals,) but this is what I believe.
Cat
Originally posted by amicus
Your claim to fame on this forum was your insistence upon the use of formal logic...and now you go and state that...'any rational claims...' which means you seem to imply there is no rational or 'logical' basis to ethics.
I beg to disagree....
SeaCat said:To those of you who might be interested, I don't follow a moral code per se. I follow a code of Honor. I don't go out of my way to hurt other people, except under certain circumstances.
There are some things I will not tolerate, and will react rather badly to. (Rape, Spousal Abuse, Group Attacks, {no matter the provocation. If you're not secure enough in your strength to attack one on one then don't attack when I'm around.} Taking advantage of Children, either for Porn or for other purposes, Unwanted Peeping. Well you get the idea.)
On the other hand, I don't agree with many of the "Moral" laws instituted by those who have come before me. I don't believe in the idea of Indecent Exposure. (Show me how nudity hurts others.) I don't believe that a person who lusts after another is immoral. I don't believe a person can love only one person. (Bigamy can be a good thing if entered into with open eyes by all parties.) I don't believe that being nude means you are asking or sex, but I also don't believe that casual sex between consenting adults is wrong.
In other words I believe that if it feels good, and others aren't getting hurt, (unless they want to get hurt,) then go for it. Because of this I have been called Amoral, (Lacking in morals,) but this is what I believe.
Cat
rgraham666 said:My morality is based on the same thing it has been for years: There's enough pain in the world without me adding to the sum total of it.
