Native Peoples Club, Meramec CC

NATIVE PEOPLES’ HUMOR

Scene: Well worn, dirt road between two colonial towns.

Action: Pompous, middle aged colonist is walking along the path when he sees a little Pequot             

boy sitting by the side of the road.

Colonist:     “Why aren’t you working in the fields so I can be a rich man?”

Boy:        “I am helping you sir, I am sitting here selling Smart Pills to earn money.”

Colonist:    “Smart pills? What are Smart pills?”

Boy:        “Oh, very sacred medicine sir. The Holy man gathers them for us from his secret

place.”

Colonist:    “How do they work?”

Boy:        “You must chew them well so the medicine melts in your mouth to go to your

brain and make you smarter.”

Colonist:    “How much are they?”

Boy:        “Ten pills for one penny, sir.”

Colonist:    “For a penny, I’ll it.”

    Handing the boy a penny, the Colonist grabs the entire bag of Smart pills, pours them into his mouth and chews like a madman. Suddenly, he spits them out and starts yelling at the boy.

        “Those were rabbit turds!!!!!!!”

Boy, looking back over his shoulder as he runs away:

        “They work fast sir, you are smarter already!”

 

HUMOR IS A SHIELD AGAINST ADVERSITY.

 

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Last portion of Ethics Assignment – see Mini Paper 8/15/14

Phil. Ethics    

Ref: Mini Paper #1, 08/15/2014

Question: “Would your Good Person qualify as “good” or “virtuous” according to Aristotle?”

 

Answering this question poses a dilemma for me in that the person who committed the acts of niceness was in fact myself. Is it possible for me to judge myself sans bias? I’ll try.

 

As Aristotle is to be the judge of my actions, after reading what I did, I would expect his initial questions of me would be? “Why did you do it? What was your motivation?”

Assuming there might be a pretty severe punishment if I lied to him, I would honestly have to respond:

“I felt I had to.”

To which I’m pretty certain he’d say, “Why did you feel you had to?”

“I do not know sir.”

I honestly cannot say why I helped an almost perfect stranger except to say, it seemed the right thing to do at the time. I expected no gain nor reward. Perhaps I was driven by my past experiences in life, perhaps it was my belief in “Wacantognaka” (Generosity) one of the Virtues of my Lakota Spirit or perhaps simple empathy because he didn’t ask me to, I offered. Whatever the case, I feel that the initial act was the correct thing to do.

As I stated in my original paper, I have continued to help my friend as best I can but with caution and therein lies the question of whether or not my acts can be deemed good.

    Giving my friend some furniture did help him a lot but I admit to an ulterior motive – I didn’t have a place to store it and even if I did, I didn’t need it – he did.

    As for the computer, I’m sure there is a question as to my motive. Yes, I was trying to sell it and yes, I knew my friend could not afford it BUT he desperately needed it to continue in school. My initial thought was to just give it to him but having been in his situation, I felt the need for mutual trust was important for us, so we agreed to his paying for it when he received his school funds. (He has paid.)

    In your treatise “Nicomachean Ethics”, (1144b14–17), you state: Ethical virtue is fully developed only when it is combined with practical wisdom.” Have I met that criteria in your eyes?

    I believe I did. I believe my motives were more positive than negative and that the outcome yet to be judged, may be a positive for more than Sam and me. Without pure intention I believe both Sam and I learned valuable lessons about ourselves and the real meaning of virtue.

    Although my days are number now, I believe Sam will go on to do positive things in his life. Perhaps things that will improve the lives of everyone because we shared a trust and learned about ourselves.


 

Who am I?

Born the third son of parents who desperately wanted a girl, I was immediately rejected by my father. From my birth to his death when I was fifteen, he only spoke to me twice neither of which was a father/son talk. My mother abetted this by making excuses and accusing me of always attempting to gain attention. Was I? Yes, I would do most anything from try to sit by him to steal things just to get his attention. I prayed he would yell, scream even hit me just to let me know he cared but he didn’t. He went to his grave a stranger to me.

When my father died, my mother turned to my older brothers for aid and comfort. Then, when I was sixteen, my niece was born, bringing an end for me in the family. I became an outcast displaced and alone, a member of the family in title only. Sans positive role model I began a search for one but having no idea what that was, I failed.

    I married in my mid-twenties, had two sons and thought I knew what a real father should be. A father, a dad for real and that was surely something I could be proud of. But lessons I should have learned as a young lad weren’t taught and there too I failed. In my thirties, I fell into a period of self-doubt which manifested in excessive drinking and episodes of erratic thinking that lasted for a number of years.

Thankfully, in my early fifties with the help of a good therapist I was able to become the good man I know I am now. But, on occasion I remember and ask the night sky, why dad?