Re: I want tree_ to take down his Elon Musk avatar
Posted: Fri May 20, 2022 5:41 pm
Imagine identifying as conservative. For me that is the absolute most sus thing in the world.
He wasn’t born here, like Obama!macphisto wrote:Just because he's an African American. This country has a long way to go!JuanHamm wrote:Thank God this perpetual 14 year old can't run for president. This country is absolutely dumb enough to elect him.
I wouldn't say more intelligent but yes. Glad to learn you are on the right team.E.H. Ruddock wrote:So Musk says the same type of dumb shit as Trump, he can just say it a little more intelligent-sounding?
Dev wrote:I actually love it. To be woke means to be aware. They are literally anti-awareness/anti-intelligence. It's honest and hilarious. They want to take us back to the dark ages and halt social progress. Fuck those people. They are truly bad people.epilogue wrote:The right's appropriation and weaponizing of that word is so hilariously dumb. And awful. And...
good to know what team you are onwashing machine wrote:Musk seems to have seamlessly shifted into Trump's position in the left's mental space for the daily two-minute hate sessions. Gotta focus that moral outrage on someone at all times, I guess.
stop pretending these people represent the entire left. they are our worst members?Ello Sailor wrote:Language is fluid. Wokeness no doubt had honest beginnings, but now we've got white people claiming that you're racist if you condemn Will Smith for slapping Chris Rock.
It's unbelievably stupid, and deserves to be satirized.
conservatives are still the party of division and hate.macphisto wrote: My penis can only get so erect.
Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.
There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.
There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.
There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.
O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.
I don't like your tone. are you following my work on this board? the point is I stand up for progressive ideals I believe in, while remaining rational, and discard leftist arguments that I find problematic or overzealous.tragabigzanda wrote:Hard-hitting insight dev. How are you fighting exactly?Dev wrote:I work with a repulsive fat white girl who is all the woke things you guys hate. do you I convert to the right because of her? No, I fight to redefine what I want the left to be.
I understand those viewpoints better than anyone. I was full red-pill for a few years. It is exactly why I hate the movement so much now because it is so transparent to me.tree_ wrote:Yes, it is wise to embark upon understanding opposing viewpoints and seek to grasp how they can be just as valid and vital as your own.
Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.
There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.
There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.
There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.
O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.
Perhaps you're overcompensatingDev wrote:I understand those viewpoints better than anyone. I was full red-pill for a few years. It is exactly why I hate the movement so much now because it is so transparent to me.tree_ wrote:Yes, it is wise to embark upon understanding opposing viewpoints and seek to grasp how they can be just as valid and vital as your own.