There was once a little bird who waited too long to fly south for the winter. As he flew through a blizzard his wings became covered with ice and snow, and the inevitable happened. He crash landed in an open farm field. He began to shiver uncontrollably. "I'm going to die, frozen to death in this field," he lamented.
Next thing he knew, as he was on the edge of death, a cow walked over him and chose that moment to drop a cow pie right on top of him. "Great," the little bird thought, "Now I'm going to freeze to death in this smelly pile of shit. This is about as bad as it gets."
After a little while, though, the little bird actually began to revive! The warm, dark mass sheltered him, warmed him and by morning, the storm was done and he had survived!
Ecstatic, the little bird poked his head up and began to sing a lovely song in celebration. The farm cat heard it, plucked the little bird out of the cow pie and ate him.
The morals of this story?
Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.
Not everyone who pulls you out of a pile of shit is your friend.
If you're warm and happy in a pile of shit, shut up and keep your head down!
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SJG
Wendy Brown. In the account of Neoliberalism. 2016
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tqQ_dIjr…
http://www.carsbase.com/photo/Wabco-3200…
10 tires, and usually these sorts of trucks are diesel electric, like a rail locomotive. They have traction motors on each wheel.
SJG
https://www.fccccommercial.com/chassis/m…
SJG
SJG
That’s about all the shit I can think of-
Next thing he knew, as he was on the edge of death, a cow walked over him and chose that moment to drop a cow pie right on top of him. "Great," the little bird thought, "Now I'm going to freeze to death in this smelly pile of shit. This is about as bad as it gets."
After a little while, though, the little bird actually began to revive! The warm, dark mass sheltered him, warmed him and by morning, the storm was done and he had survived!
Ecstatic, the little bird poked his head up and began to sing a lovely song in celebration. The farm cat heard it, plucked the little bird out of the cow pie and ate him.
The morals of this story?
Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.
Not everyone who pulls you out of a pile of shit is your friend.
If you're warm and happy in a pile of shit, shut up and keep your head down!