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good! :thumb:
uh oh :noid:
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looks like you were interested after all :idunno:
Moron of the Day
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good! :thumb:
uh oh :noid:
looks like you were interested after all :idunno:
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| By Tiya Miles, Special to CNN (CNN) - African American history, as it is often told, includes two monumental migration stories: the forced exodus of Africans to the Americas during the brutal Middle Passage of the Trans-Atlantic slave trade, and the voluntary migration of Black residents who moved from southern farms and towns to northern cities in the early 1900s in search of “the warmth of other suns.” A third African-American migration story–just as epic, just as grave–hovers outside the familiar frame of our historical consciousness. The iconic tragedy of Indian Removal: the Cherokee Trail of Tears that relocated thousands of Cherokees to Indian Territory (now Oklahoma), was also a Black migration. Slaves of Cherokees walked this trail along with their Indian owners. http://inamerica.blogs.cnn.com/2012...shared-by-blacks-as-well-as-native-americans/ |
Tradition works, your reinvention does not. Men sacrificing for something that does nothing but punish them is not a 'noble cause', it's self-righteous nonsense which branches from the same tree as pandering to minorities. There has never been a universal idea of feminism, it is nothing more than a constantly mutating virus.
Not as an argument. It's a logical fallacy.
Curiously, not your standard of proof for any other idea.
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Not as an argument. It's a logical fallacy.
Curiously, not your standard of proof for any other idea.
Feminists have pulled the rape card because there is nothing left to pull that men are largely tired of hearing. And men are growing tired of that as well.
Feminist men fail to discern the difference between a legitimate concern and simply being self-centered. There are things that need to be reformed in due fairness toward men that go ignored because of it.
What adds insult to injury is that your answer for rape is: teach men not to rape.
And the only real thing feminism has done is simply increase the amount of men deciding to stay out of marriage. It's a direct result of the fact that feminism is animosity driven, which you deny.
You can't tell the difference between an actual, logical argument and just saying something.
Which you'll only be able to quote you saying...so that's funny right there.
Well, I'm rational, so yeah.
Just...
Every time I get ready to lock "Moron of the Day" down someone comes along and reminds me why it's still relevant.
Lucky break for you.
How are you not all over the flat earth thread.
nah...
Sod imagining me being rubbed down...well that's not a little bit creepy, is it. :noid:prolly gets hisself rubbed down with witch hazel every night
That one had me turn the ignore back on and button a button. Can't think of a better capstone for the thread. So barring a return of Traditio, that's about it. It won't get any dumber or shudder worthy.
:cheers:
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this reminded me so strongly of someone in particular, and it finally came to me while I was shoveling this afternoon:
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Are you Ben, Matt or Minnie in this scenario? Or perhaps the hipster bar-fly?
No, both Clark and Will both understand what they're saying, only Clark is using the information to denigrate Will's friend (Chuckie) and impress freshmen girls while trying to pass it off as his own consideration. Will points out that Clark has simply bought into the work of others without deviation. Clark isn't really thinking for himself, a point Will makes by noting Garrison and then Vickers in route to telling him that if that's all he plans on doing with it he might as well have saved daddy's money and gotten the information using a library card.
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| EXT. BOSTON COMMON -- MINUTES LATER Sean and Will sit in the bleachers at the mostly empty park. They look out over a small pond, in which a group of schoolchildren on a field trip ride the famous Swan Boats. WILL So what's with this place? You have a swan fetish? Is this something you'd like to talk about? SEAN I was thinking about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. I stayed up half the night thinking about it and then something occurred to me and I fell into a deep peaceful sleep and haven't thought about you since. You know what occurred to me? WILL No. SEAN You're just a boy. You don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about. WILL Why thank you. SEAN You've never been out of Boston. WILL No. SEAN So if I asked you about art you could give me the skinny on every art book ever written... Michelangelo? You know a lot about him I bet. Life's work, criticisms, political aspirations. But you couldn't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. And if I asked you about women I'm sure you could give me a syllabus of your personal favorites, and maybe you've been laid a few times too. But you couldn't tell me how it feels to wake up next to a woman and be truly happy. If I asked you about war you could refer me to a bevy of fictional and non-fictional material, but you've never been in one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap and watched him draw his last breath, looking to you for help. And if I asked you about love I'd get a sonnet, but you've never looked at a woman and been truly vulnerable. Known that someone could kill you with a look. That someone could rescue you from grief. That God had put an angel on Earth just for you. And you wouldn't know how it felt to be her angel. To have the love be there for her forever. Through anything, through cancer. You wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in a hospital room for two months holding her hand and not leaving because the doctors could see in your eyes that the term "visiting hours" didn't apply to you. And you wouldn't know about real loss, because that only occurs when you lose something you love more than yourself, and you've never dared to love anything that much. I look at you and I don't see an intelligent confident man, I don't see a peer, and I don't see my equal. I see a boy. Nobody could possibly understand you, right Will? Yet you presume to know so much about me because of a painting you saw. You must know everything about me. You're an orphan, right? Will nods quietly. SEAN Do you think I would presume to know the first thing about who you are because I read "Oliver Twist?" And I don't buy the argument that you don't want to be here, because I think you like all the attention you're getting. Personally, I don't care. There's nothing you can tell me that I can't read somewhere else. Unless we talk about your life. But you won't do that. Maybe you're afraid of what you might say. Sean stands, SEAN It's up to you. And walks away. http://www.imsdb.com/scripts/Good-Will-Hunting.html |
See, Clark, the point Sean is making isn't that Will doesn't know what he's saying, but that he hasn't lived enough to understand what it means on more than an intellectual level, which when it comes to love (not economic theory or history) is the whole point.
Enjoy the apple.
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read it again
think about it for a while (longer than today)
see if it doesn't sink in
don't respond to this today
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