As long as humanity existed, there was always this one guy who had more resources/power than the others in his group. That one guy always exploited his power at times to the detriment of others. Sometimes he died in his sleep but most of the time he was chased away from that group or murdered. We called him leader, chief, king or Mister. His job description ranges from warrior, dictator, priest, president, manager to entrepreneur. We will always have a guy like that.
And we will always have another guy who dislikes that fact. Sometimes the other guy becomes the one he used to dislike but most of the time he doesn't make much of a difference.
It's just how things are, how we are. Always have been.
It's not going to change.

but...but...but, aren't all opinions valid?

What happened to mister "lets all be friends?" What happened to calling me brother and "loving my commentary?"

You just got exposed as being completely two-faced, "brother"

Don't worry. If the sift ever gangs up on me, I know that I can count on you to swoop to my defense in order to fan the controversy.

oh and btw, there is no right to be on a private website, but I'm pretty sure you already knew that.

Really? It was a 1984 reference? Gee, thanks mister, I totally didn't get that, nosiree.

And while you can try to make an argument that taxation is theft, to state it outright like that is confusing opinion with fact. Most people do not view taxation as theft. It is part of a social contract.

So in the space of the first paragraph, you have engaged in a false premise and then brought up them evil commies and nazis. Yeah, this is a worthwhile argument....

I have zero interest in contacting Murphy, and I'm not surprised Krugman doesn't want to debate him either. As Dawkins says about debating creationists, "it looks good on your resume, not on mine".

Thank you, Mister!

No problem, Mister Deathcow.

If Mister Rogers was alive I am certain they would be best friends.

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Hey mister Italian ant eater, you've been gifted a 30 day charter membership by an admiring Sifter. Cheers!

Mister Dagmar;

Be (oh do be) mine ally disheartened nor dismayed in the face of these ramparts yet un-breached-Time and punishment shall render a favorable outcome deemed wholly satisfactorily suited to your own (ego not allowed) particular skill-set and lesson-afforded, for another round at consciousness albeit in another dimension hitherto elucidated or otherwise ~ Comprendes Mendez?-

Teach yer kids two valuable lessons if you do anything for them besides putting musical instruments in their hands whilst screaming, "SssssuuUUHUT UUUUUUP!!"

Teach them mandarin and/or Cantonese

and.....and (kinna forgot the other importunate thing 'cause on account-a I stepped off to water the plants'n pee'n what not..) OH!....

Impress upon 'em that sprouted grains will hold'em over till starvation sets in and right up near until the time the edible fruits of the same seed begin to show themselves worthy of a dinner plate to accompany the frog and kangaroo meat they're pullin' at yer pants legs for after the grocery trucks stop running, because you got the BBQ mojo down like nobody's business on accounta you originally hail from........................drum roll...................(here's yer cue, insert home state

⛡HERE ⛡)

That's a powerful song, particularly with the backstory. He sees a world where all the other kids have their dad to take a lead from, but he's only got what, a memory? An idea? Nothing to lead him. Nothing to show him what to do.

"Come on, tell us who does?
Everyone knows
How babies are made
But no one knows
How fathers are made
Mister Know-it-All,
It's in our blood, that's it.

Should I suck this out of my thumb or what?
Tell me where I can find the answer.
It must be at least a thousand times that
I've sucked my fingers dry."

My wife is 4 1/2 months pregnant with our first child. This song and video hit every insecurity I've got. I don't think anyone ever teaches you to be a dad, it's just in your blood. I hope I get it right...

http://lyricstranslate.com/en/papaoutai-papaoutai.html

Papa, where are you?

Tell me where he came from
Then I'll know where to go
Mama always says when we look really hard
We'll find what we've lost

She says he is never very far away
He often heads off to work
Mama says working is much
Better than being in bad company
Not true?

Where is your Papa?
Tell me, where is your Papa?
Without you having to tell him,
He knows what's hurting you.
Hey damn Papa,
Tell me where you're hiding!
I must have counted at least
A thousand times, to ten
Hé!

(alluding to hide-and-seek game)

Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?

Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?

Even, whether we believe it or not
There'll be a day we'll believe it no more
One day or another, we'll all be the Papa
And from one day to another, we'll also have vanished.

Will we be hated?
Will we be loved?
Forefathers or geniuses
Tell us...who gives birth
To irresponsible men?!

Come on, tell us who does?
Everyone knows
How babies are made
But no one knows
How fathers are made
Mister Know-it-All,
It's in our blood, that's it.

Should I suck this out of my thumb or what?
Tell me where I can find the answer.
It must be at least a thousand times that
I've sucked my fingers dry.
Hey!

Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?

Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?

Where is your Papa?
Tell me, where is your Papa?
Without you having to tell him,
He knows what's hurting you.
Hey damn Papa,
Tell me where you're hiding!
I must have counted at least
A thousand times, to ten
Hé!

Where is your Papa?
Tell me, where is your Papa?
Without you having to tell him,
He knows what's hurting you.
Hey damn Papa,
Tell me where you're hiding!
I must have counted at least
A thousand times, to ten
Hé!

Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?

Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?

ANOTHER Mister Rogers Remixed - Sing Together (PBS) has been added as a related post - related requested by pumkinandstorm on that post.

Uhhhh, Party All The Time-Eddie Murphy? "How bad could music be" should have been the motto that year....For all the fans here of some of the cheesiest music ever released, 86' was one of the weakest and whitest for pop music-The UK dished-out some real cheese that year as well-

I recall spinning only ONE pop LP that year over and over, Better to Travel-Swing Out Sister, the only new talent worth the mustard, engineered and recorded wonderfully, with a sound that stood out as original without rehash.....The mid eighties were a goat turd for good music.

I mean come ON!? Graceland?? Lionel Ritchie?! Mr. Mister??!

I remember losing all faith in rock and or roll that year and listening to mostly trad jazz and heavy metal for the next 4 years. Pop music hit an all-time low in 1986.

Because she could be the pornstar girlfriend of your dreams? Those are some scary dreams, mister.

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Yeah mon - come to the top carribean medical school. If isn't my old friend Mister McGreg, with a leg for an arm, and an arm for a leg. *ban

i don't know. ask mister owl.