Calling all Dharmateers!
The Time Has Come Again.
The Call Has Gone Out and Shall Not Go Unanswered!
Welcome to Dharmathon 2, where you are the star.
You! Yes you, you bioquantum computing sentient amalgam of water and carbon and nitrogen and heavy metals spawned in supernovae of eons past…the Universe was designed to bring you to this moment….to this virtual place, where the I meets the Thou in a Raucous Volleyball Mud-slinging and Daquiri Party of Epic Proportions, Now with Extra Karma!
And All We Ask Is This:
See that biggish oval yellowy-orange lozenge on the right? No silly, the one on the screen. The one that says “Donate”.
Thank you very much.
Can’t afford to donate?
Leave a comment describing the worst thing or the best thing you ever bought for a buck.
Keep it clean, skinflints.
Background: The Original Dharmathon
Short Version of Essay: Click Donate and send a buck. Thanks! Can’t donate? Wish us well, and thanks for that.
Long version of Essay:
I get this cryptic comment from Hisself in one of my infrequent of late essays, and real quick like I try to figure out what it means.
I narrowed it down to two choices:
1) It is now time to hold another Dharmathon because freaking buhdydharma is hurting for daily bread to keep this site going, and Lord knows, we are all in the same spot from time to time if not all the time or most of the time, and him with a blog to keep up too!
2) It is time for me to overthrow the government due to something that happened that buhdy thinks merits my overthrowing the government (noviolently, of course). This is because I have solemnly promised to refuse overthrow the government (nonviolently) unless absolutely necessary, and just because I have been preoccupied lately is no excuse to shirk my obligations as a citizen, and if buhdy thinks “it is time” then I’d better check the go-bag and kiss Mrs. Spoon goodbye because it will be a long weekend.
Choice 2 entered my mind first. “Shit”, I said to myself. “What a lousy time to have to overthrow the government.” Then I figured it out. I think.
Choice 1 means time to do another Dharmathon. It means write something mildly diverting and persuasively offensive while remaining true to the buhdy nature, which has something to do with ponies, if I had to guess.
It means getting the readership of this Very Nice Place to cough up a buck or two to Keep the Dream Alive.
Do you disagree with much of what you read here? Join the club. So do I. Profoundly. Some of what I write I disagree with completely, as a matter of fact. I do that which I would not do for reasons I do not understand. All. Too. Often.
But Buhdy still lets me post. And he lets you post too.
Pony Up, People!
Be a Sustaining Force for Unity and Truth and Goodness and Beauty by parting with some of your cold hard cash.
Disclaimer: This Place Ain’t Mine. I don’t know this Buhdydharma guy, if I did I’d deny him three times before the cock crows, and if I met him on the road I’d probably kill him. I don’t get any money from Dharmathon. I get these ethereal doodads called BuhdyBucks. As soon as someone overthrows a government and starts printing them, I’ve got the market cornered.
So I got that going for me.