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My Politics

I grew up in the Deep South which defacto uses honorifics that are peculiar to the local culture. It's well known that Southern culture is shaped by that region being historically more strongly Christian than most of the nation and Southern manners are typically attributed to that influence.

My understanding is that a lesser known factor is European nobility establishing an expectation of court like respect and diplomacy. It's a political heritage, not just a religious heritage.

My political views and ideas on what makes sense politically boils down to looking to treat ALL people with a certain baseline respect for bodily autonomy as a means to promote health of individuals and bigger picture health at the societal level and into the future.

See also:

1. Paternity 

2. r/Imnotyourmommy, starting with this piece.

3. Politics on a site called Formulary of Life.


I'm not looking to run for office or be in charge of anything. I'm a BLOGGER hoping to produce better ideas that people can choose to voluntarily adopt.

In a sane world, if people value what I'm doing, they should protect me, promote my work and pay me.

I have trouble imagining anyone would be AGAINST making the world a healthier place. You would think that would be universally embraced as something everyone can heartily agree on as a goal.

And I have trouble imagining anyone would oppose a system that puts out better education and information and relies on voluntary adoption influenced by local information as to which specific practices are useful in this specific context.

You would think this would be a slam dunk no brainier that eight billion people could enthusiastically get behind.

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