Cancel the Words from my Mouth, or Else

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 "Cancel culture" is a term batted around and was unknown until recent months. What does it mean? 

"There is no single accepted definition of cancel culture, but at its worst, it is about unaccountable groups successfully applying pressure to punish someone for perceived wrong opinions. The victim ends up losing their job or is significantly harmed in some way well beyond the discomfort of merely being disagreed with. Someone like J.K. Rowling isn’t really a victim of cancel culture—she’s too rich to be punished in any meaningful way and she doesn’t have the kind of job that one can be fired from."

New York Times columnist Charles Blow, tweets: “Once more THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS CANCEL CULTURE. There is free speech. You can say and do as pls, and others can choose never to deal this [sic] you, your company or your products EVER again. The rich and powerful are just upset that the masses can now organize their dissent.” The rest of his views can be accessed.

But this cancer has deepened. "The situation has deteriorated to the point that one no longer needs to say anything to be targeted by cancel culture. At Skidmore College in New York State, a professor is being boycotted for merely attending a pro-police “Back the Blue” rally."

Until my hand becomes a working entity, I have been researching, cutting and pasting. So this is an article for you to read. 

Please comment for me below. I really need some joy from thinking or even non-thinking  writers. Your words are ones I'd like to see!

Blow out the candle already

 

I need to eat something decadent, and it should be unique.  in fact, I absolutely deserve something beyond decadent. I think these could handle this assignment. But, how about these?

Enough of the sugar, flour, eggs, and oil.  Brownies will meet the ticket.

· 1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter

· 2 1/4 cups sugar

· 4 large eggs

· 1 1/4 cups Triple Cocoa Blend or Dutch-process cocoa

· 1 teaspoon salt

· 1 teaspoon baking powder

· 1 teaspoon espresso powder

· 1 tablespoon vanilla extract

· 1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour

· 2 cups chocolate chips

INSTRUCTIONS

1. Preheat the oven to 350°F. Lightly grease a 9" x 13" pan. Line with parchment paper, optional.

2. In a saucepan, melt the butter over medium heat. Stir in the sugar and cook until mixture is hot (about 110°F to 120°F), but not bubbling.

3. In a large mixing bowl, whisk eggs, cocoa, salt, baking powder, espresso powder, and vanilla until smooth. Add the hot butter/sugar mixture and stir until smooth. Add the flour and stir until smooth.

4. Let the batter cool in the bowl for 20 minutes then stir in the chips. Spread batter into prepared pan.

5. Bake for about 30 minutes, until the brownie edges are set and a cake tester inserted into the center comes out with just a few moist crumbs clinging to it. Remove them from oven and cool completely on a rack before cutting. 

Or, if you are like my 15 year old, use a spoon while the brownies are still on the warm side. Don't be ashamed. You deserve it.

Have a new cast on!  can one finger type, but it is exhausting.

The Need for Spell Check, as relayed by unknown postulant

     

                                                               

A young monk arrives at the monastery. He is assigned to helping the other monks in copying the old canons and laws by hand.

He notices, however, that all of the monks are copying from copies, not from the original manuscript. 

So, the new monk goes to the head abbot to question this, pointing out that if someone made even a small error in the first copy, it would never be picked up! In fact, that error would be continued in all of the subsequent copies.

The head monk, says. "We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son."

He goes down into the dark caves underneath the monastery where the original manuscripts are held as archives in a locked vault that hasn't been opened for hundreds of years. Hours go by and nobody sees the old abbot.

So, the young monk gets worried and goes down to look for him. He sees him banging his head against the wall and wailing. "We missed the 'R' ! We missed the 'R'."

His forehead is all bloody and bruised and he is crying uncontrollably.

The young monk asks the old abbot. "What's wrong, Father?"

With a choking voice, the old abbot replies. "The word was... CELEBRATE!”

**This means no disrespect to Catholics or any doctrines.**