Negligance of The Uncertain

We push topics, that don’t necessarily apply to us further into the future, further away from us.

If people aren’t being wounded in front of our doorstep, then it’s not our business. The same way politician do so. In economics terms it can be modeled in the “war of attrition”. By waiting, we know we can push the responsibilty, thus, there is a positive probability that the other coalition member will
concede

war of attrition

J Bulow

I made an observation however that I would like to share with you:

Part of the reason why I choose to be an activist on many of my social media platforms, whether it is about climate change or “Black Lives Matter” is because I have the priviledge to do so. I am in good health and I have food on the table.

I then question if it is fair from me to ask of people to become more conscious of their actions when they might not have the space to do so.

However here’s were I would like to bring in my knowledge about confidence intervals. How much of the population on my social media have the possibility of advocating change? if we bring into perspective, the confidence interval of my audience, most of which are even wealthier than I myself am, I think it is safe to say that they are well capable of creating the same space that I create for such topics. I think it is safe to say that for the most part it is a matter of priority.

What are you prioritizing into your Utility function?

Rather than blaming politicians how about conducting better politics within our own spaces?

#foodforthoughts

Negligance of The Uncertain

Who am I?

I am the weak link

I am the black sheep

I am the one and only who is worth-while to deceive

I am the warrior who will hold the gun whilst you take your pic

Believe what they say about me

but today

I am cutting the ties

I am running wild

I will take what I have, run run run far and reside

I will go places where my language is the hit

I will lend my voice to the weak

where-ever my voice is at need

And are my hands pre-requisit?

Can I dance to my heartbeat?

With cheerful souls and sand twin feets?

I will choose people who learn my name right

Those whose souls are like-mind

Don’t be mistaken I love you,

Oh I love you like the breeze of the wind

I love you from the miles between

You, you gave me a gift

That gift is called freedom

I wear the freedom crown

Perhaps, I will find the crowd of freedom crowned

then,

We are the weak links

We are the black sheeps

We are the once who it’s been worth-while to deceive

Only, no one deceives

No one runs, no one guns

the run was worth-while

Who am I?

I’m while.

Worth-while