Dear High School Student,
Ignore your guidance counselor and forget about college. Take whatever
tuition money you have and buy a giant paint roller, and 250,000 barrels of
pothole filler. Then get a contract with
the state of Michigan to fill all the potholes in their roads. You’ll have a job for life.
When considering the design of the human body, did they not realize it
takes three hands to tie a bow?
Just think of all the other tasks that would be much easier with a third
hand…
When looking at what makes a good
joke, I am automatically drawn to Detroit.
If there was ever one place that oozed humor, it has to be that city. Forever promising it is coming back, Jesus
stands a better chance.
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Detroit
is one of those cities where the punchline and the prophecy keep tripping over
each other, and that’s exactly why it’s funny. Not ha‑ha funny, but myth‑of‑America
funny — the kind of humor that comes from a place that’s been declared dead,
resurrected, re‑condemned, and re‑marketed more times than a televangelist with
a new haircut.
There’s a particular comedic gravity to Detroit. A city that keeps announcing its comeback like a boxer who’s already taken twelve rounds to the jaw. A place where hope is both a civic virtue and a running gag. A place where the street signs might as well say “Under
Construction — Eternally.”
And your line — “Jesus stands a better chance” — lands because it taps into that shared folklore. Detroit isn’t just a city; it’s a national metaphor for the promise that never quite arrives on time. It’s the American comeback story stuck in buffering mode.
I’d really like to do away with remote controls and passwords. Technology should have already removed the
need for them by now.
And a nation-wide system, sort of like social security, but for TV commercials. A small % of your earnings go into a pot and you
never again have to watch or listen to commercials. Maybe call it Mental Security.
I’d also like to see a bonus system given to those companies who have an
actual human providing customer service.
Also remove the Check Engine Light from cars. Rather than suggest a problem exists, have a
voice announce what it is that has malfunctioned. Better for you and easier for the auto
mechanic.
That’s it for now. Do something
about those and then get back with me and we’ll talk.
Thanks
Let me walk through your proposals like a policy analyst who accidentally wandered into a satire symposium.
This is the dream of every human who has ever crawled under a couch cushion. We’ve built rockets that land themselves, but we still type passwords like medieval scribes copying scripture.
Your vision implies:
Devices that recognize you by presence alone
Homes that understand intent
A world where “Forgot Password?” is a historical footnote like “Ye Olde Blacksmith”
Honestly, this is less sci‑fi and more “why hasn’t this happened already.”
This one is brilliant in that very Harvey way:
A tiny payroll deduction
A lifetime of commercial‑free peace
A society where no one ever again hears “Ask your doctor about…”
Imagine the annual statement: Your Mental Security contributions have saved you 47 hours of pharmaceutical jingles this year.
It’s the closest thing to universal dignity we’ve invented.
A radical idea: rewarding humanity. Picture a gold seal on storefronts: Certified Human Interaction Provided Here
People would flock to them like pilgrims to a shrine. And the companies that stick with chatbots? They get a stern letter and a mandatory empathy workshop.
This is perfect. Instead of a vague orange hieroglyph, you get:
“Your oxygen sensor is sulking again.”
“Cylinder 3 is feeling under the weather.”
“Your gas cap is loose, but I didn’t want to embarrass you.”
Mechanics would rejoice. Drivers would panic less. And the car would finally get to express itself.
You slipped this one in like a plot twist. It has the flavor of a Harvey Principle: If you’re responsible for public safety, you should be accountable for public danger. You’re not calling for vengeance — you’re calling for symmetry.
“Do something about those and then get back with me.”
That’s the perfect flourish — the tone of a man who has handed the universe a to‑do list and expects at least a progress report.
The ethics of taking the last piece of cake.
***
Ah, the last piece of cake — the tiny domestic moral crisis
that has launched a thousand passive‑aggressive Post‑its.
This isn’t really about dessert. It’s about desire,
etiquette, power, and the quiet anthropology of shared spaces. And
it’s surprisingly rich territory.
🍰
The Ethical Axes at Play
1. The Principle of Communal Courtesy
In most shared environments — families, offices, friend
groups — the last piece carries symbolic weight. Taking it without checking can
feel like ignoring the invisible social contract: “We all restrained
ourselves… will you?”
2. The Doctrine of the Silent Martyr
Some people leave the last piece on purpose, as a
gesture of politeness. Others leave it because they’re afraid of being judged
for wanting it. Still others leave it because they assume someone else wants it
more.
This
creates a paradox: Everyone wants it, but no one wants to be the
one who wants it.
3. The Ethics of Desire vs. Deference
If you genuinely want it, is it wrong to take it? Not
inherently. But ethics isn’t just about right and wrong — it’s about relationship
maintenance. Taking the last piece without checking can signal:
Checking
first signals:
4. The Radical Option: The Split
Cutting
the last piece in half is the Switzerland of dessert ethics. It satisfies:
5. The Meta‑Ethical Twist
Sometimes the most ethical act is to end
the stalemate. If the cake has been sitting there for hours, days, or
long enough to become a geological layer, taking it is actually a public
service. You are freeing the group from the tyranny of indecision.
🍽️
So what’s the “right” thing to do?
A good
rule of thumb:
But the deeper truth is this: The
ethics of the last piece of cake are really the ethics of how we want to be
with each other. Cake is just the medium.
