Tonetele
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Here's a lighter take on number.
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So everyone is a moron but you, and it's not a competition.Nope. Because I’m not trying to one-up anyone on some trivial crap. I’m simply expressing my utter contempt for the endless game that most people incessantly play.
And I don’t give a damn at any time where I fall in the pecking order. I refuse to play.
But you just tried to make me wrong. An afternoon of deep introspection about the meaning of life would do you good.
It’s not a competition, folks. Quit trying to make it one.
Thanks for pointing out how wrong I was...I'll take the afternoon off and contemplate the lesson you've given us all here today.Nope. Because I’m not trying to one-up anyone on some trivial crap.
But you just tried to make me wrong. An afternoon of deep introspection about the meaning of life would do you good.
So everyone is a moron but you, and it's not a competition.
Huh.
There are nearly eight billion people on the planet, and the overwhelming majority of them think that this goat rope is some sort of competition.
They’re all trying to sort out their place in the pecking order, and if they can figure out any way to make something that you said seem wrong, they feel that they’ve moved up another notch in the pecking order. This is the essence of moron-think.
In short, the overwhelming majority of people are ego-driven morons, and whoever is in charge of this asylum has tossed us in with them.
Those of us who don’t give a fat rat’s ass where we fall in the pecking order actually manage to have some moments of peace and enjoyment.
But there is no peace or enjoyment for the morons. They’ll deny that and swear that they have far more peace and enjoyment than anyone else, but they’re lying.
They’re all far too busy sweating and wringing their hands about their place in the pecking order to ever calm down, relax, and enjoy life.
That’s why I live out in the middle of nowhere and won’t answer the phone, check the mail, or answer the door most of the time.
Dealing with the morons brings my professional persona to the fore and I immediately want to start dispensing military leadership of the sort that was standard operating procedure back before the military turned all touchy-freely, warm and fuzzy kumbaya.
Mrs. Steerforth has threatened to buy me a t-shirt that says, “Does not play nice with others.”
When I catch up with whoever is responsible for me being marooned in the middle of this Scheiße Show, I intend to plant a size 13 military boot so far up their butt that they’ll have to unlace it to get a drink of water.
In the meantime, do your best to ignore the world. No good can come from paying attention.
Thanks for pointing out how wrong I was...I'll take the afternoon off and contemplate the lesson you've given us all here today.
Sounds to me like you're "trying to one-up anyone on some trivial crap".Nope. There are a lot of people right here in this forum who understand exactly what I mean. But not everyone.
Sounds to me like you're "trying to one-up anyone on some trivial crap".
... and they keep trying to get me to participate.
So everyone is a moron but you, and it's not a competition.
Huh.
Thanks for pointing out how wrong I was...I'll take the afternoon off and contemplate the lesson you've given us all here today.
Meh, calling others "morons" implies you think you are are superior, doesn't it?Near as I can tell, @Steerforth was delivering milspec commiseration.
IOW he was trying to be nice.
However, it's your prerogative to tell him he was wrong to be nice!
It happens the other way too:
“I don’t like poetry”
“Here’s several page of poems”
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It happens the other way too:
“I don’t like poetry”
“Here’s several page of poems”
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Meh, calling others "morons" implies you think you are are superior, doesn't it?
There are nearly eight billion people on the planet, and the overwhelming majority of them think that this goat rope is some sort of competition.
They’re all trying to sort out their place in the pecking order, and if they can figure out any way to make something that you said seem wrong, they feel that they’ve moved up another notch in the pecking order. This is the essence of moron-think.
In short, the overwhelming majority of people are ego-driven morons, and whoever is in charge of this asylum has tossed us in with them.
Those of us who don’t give a fat rat’s ass where we fall in the pecking order actually manage to have some moments of peace and enjoyment.
But there is no peace or enjoyment for the morons. They’ll deny that and swear that they have far more peace and enjoyment than anyone else, but they’re lying.
They’re all far too busy sweating and wringing their hands about their place in the pecking order to ever calm down, relax, and enjoy life.
That’s why I live out in the middle of nowhere and won’t answer the phone, check the mail, or answer the door most of the time.
Dealing with the morons brings my professional persona to the fore and I immediately want to start dispensing military leadership of the sort that was standard operating procedure back before the military turned all touchy-freely, warm and fuzzy kumbaya.
Mrs. Steerforth has threatened to buy me a t-shirt that says, “Does not play nice with others.”
When I catch up with whoever is responsible for me being marooned in the middle of this Scheiße Show, I intend to plant a size 13 military boot so far up their butt that they’ll have to unlace it to get a drink of water.
In the meantime, do your best to ignore the world. No good can come from paying attention.
I don't believe any of that.Nope. Just different, with different motivations. Not superior.
The problem lies in the fact that our society has no rite of passage anymore. There is no definitive point at which a boy becomes a man, or a girl becomes a woman.
Consequently, we find ourselves living in a world full of boys running around in men’s bodies, and girls running around in women’s bodies, all utterly devoid of the sort of emotional maturity, insight, and content of character that make up a viable adult human being.
We’ve carried the”humane” BS to such an extreme that we now find ourselves in a vile predicament. Everyone is offended by everything. The world is full of incurable twits.
If you look at primitive societies that still deliberately practice rites of passage, you’ll find that they suffer a far lower percentage of hysterical imbeciles in their ranks.
The western world, on the other hand, revels in twitdom, and often promotes the worst of the lot to celebrity status.