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Down And Out In The Magic Kingdom
Whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.

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last edited by BillSeitz on Jul 28, 2008 7:00 pm

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I'd get him to concede that recaptured the true essence of : in the old days, if you were broke but respected, you wouldn't starve; contrariwise, if you were rich and hated, no sum could buy you security and peace. By measuring the thing that money really represented - your personal capital (?) with your friends and neighbors - you more accurately gauged your success.

They throbbed with , Whuffie beyond measure, beyond use. In a world where even a zeroed-out Whuffie loser could eat, sleep, travel and access the net without hassle, their wealth was more than sufficient to repeatedly access the piffling few scarce things left on earth over and over.

How does accumulate? I originally thought of it as explicit, kinda like a blog post/link/rating. But... I pinged my Whuffie. I was up a couple percentiles - sympathy Whuffie - but it was falling: Dan and Lil were radiating disapproval. Screw 'em. Does this mean that Dan and Lil's emotional state and its object were automatically "scraped"? Or that other people are watching this scene, and "rating" him? Or what?

tweaking: It was a delicate process, this business of increasing throughput without harming the guest experience. But for every second I could shave off of the queue-to-exit time, I could put another sixty guests through and lop thirty seconds off total wait-time. Hmm, that sounds suspiciously like the thinking that leads to olive-free salads or cookie recipes that turn to crap as they become cheap packaged goods.

A of quasi-immortality: He had accrued a good deal of left-handed Whuffie, and I curiously backtraced it to the occasion of my murder, when Debra's people had accorded him a generous dollop of props for the levelheaded way he had scraped up my corpse and moved it offstage, minimizing the disturbance in front of their wondrous Pirates.

The -s that I worked with all day treated me with basic courtesy but not much friendliness. I guess I treated them the same. When I pictured them in my mind, they were a faceless, [Passive Aggressive] mass, too caught up in the starchy world of [Con Sensus]-building to ever do much of anything.

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