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Dear Members and Constituents,

Why is it doing the right thing is sometimes harder than it ought to be? On the surface, it seems like it should be very straightforward: do good, avoid evil. Yet even the best of us will sometimes tell a white lie, indulge in a sideways glance or falter on our diets. It’s not like we set-out to do the wrong thing, either. I don’t think any of us wakes up in the morning saying “I’m going to do something bad today”. So why do we do it? The way I see it, we are being pulled in many directions and given the choice of multiple “goods” which are often in conflict with each other. When we choose a lesser good, we inadvertently move in the wrong direction of the higher “good vs. evil” axis. You tell a white lie because you don’t want to disappoint someone. Sparing their feelings is a good thing, yet in the process you fail to tell the truth. Cheating on an exam gets you a good grade but prevents you from learning that valuable lesson that will serve you later in life. It’s a matter of deliberately prioritizing and choosing the higher good (which is easier said than done).

Fortunately there is no wrong decision when it comes to donuts and Jill Daugherty (donut girl) gives you plenty of latitude with four dozen LaMar’s donuts to choose from. So do the right thing and grab a donut for yourself. You know you want one…

Happy Friday!

P.S. My latest post on Beyond Bandwidth (the PSTN is dead, long live the PSTN) is also ready for your consumption.

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