More Light Shed On Eviction Matter
This morning, my phone rang, and it was the lady from the Lantern Light Mission; who asked me a few questions about my living situation, and, without divulging too much of my theory that crazy left wing sheep are conspiring to get me tossed out of Sacred Heart, as a domestic terrorist and "natural immunist," I was able to explain it to her satisfaction; and she said that, since this is a one time "thing," and that I won't become a future thorn in their side every time I have a bad month busking, type of thing; they will be able to pay off the amount that had accrued, behind my back as it was...
So, that gives me a sense of relief, since I think it will be harder for them to cancel me for "giving music lessons," in my apartment; as per the new addition to the lease I signed. They would have to station an agent outside the door to ask people if they learned anything musical from me while they were hanging out, and then subpoena them to a hearing somewhere..
I Learn Something Musical
When he told an audience about his degrees in Economics from Harvard, Stanford and Yale; and how, throughout all the hours of lectures he absorbed in all those hallowed halls; never once, was Karl Marx ever referred to by any of his professors in regards to his theories being even worth considering.
He said that this was because of the "fear" that those professors harbored.
And that apparent attempt at cancelling the guy had the opposite effect, as usual, of making me curious about the guy.
Left: I might not be great with names, but I hardly forget a face.
I knew I'd seen Karl before; I'm already a big fan and have watched a few of his Youtube videos. I find him to be quite entertaining, kind of a folk musician; good singer...
I wouldn't have guessed that his is also an author.
I guess I'll start with his "Communist Manifesto" -the one that came up at the top of search results.
I can tell by some of his lyrics that he's kind of into political issues; so the title of his book doesn't surprise me.
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