Doing the right thing

I don't give a flying fuck about money. I don't give a shit about acquiring stuff.

I do care passionately about doing the right thing.

I want my epitaph to read

'But I tried didn't I? God damn it, at least I did that.'

Trying can hurt.

It can be hard.

It doesn't always work out like you want to.

When something grates on you as being wrong, expose it; shout it from the rooftops; rage against the machine.

You will be able to sleep at night.

You can look anyone in the eye.

You can live happy.

You can die happy.

A first time for everything

Here I am, in my local library, rather than the discomfort of my rather tatty sofa.

The reason for today's change of venue is simple. My lovely and wonderful wife has need of both laptops. Balls.

Anyway, I have been allowed back after having a couple of books out for more than 3 years. A clean slate.

No charge.

Unlike the parent who was recently sent to jail for 'killing' her son.

Like the parent who wasn't for 'killing' her daughter.

Someone help me. I'm confused. What's 'right' and what's 'wrong'?

http://www.independent.co.uk/opinion/commentators/dominic-lawson/dominic-lawson-who-are-we-to-decide-that-a-dependent-life-is-a-pointless-life-1878817.html

Answers on a postcard please. The best one shall receive a judge's wig.

By the way, if ever I lose my marbles, don't kill me.

Unless I say so.