Change-a-plan: A quick splash on this:
...this racist, misogynist hate-monger who supports torture, ridicules the disabled and wants to ban all Muslims from America.
Apart from unlike-Don no-crowds, I better do other, than write on what others think about T. Here for a few-ish mins and that'll do.
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...thinks and says? Ok, might?
I tend to face opposing positions by empathising. Motivational Interviewing calls it 'devil's advocate'. Arguing with… and – “but if...” Yet instinctively go further, genuinely getting all-in-on, helping the communicator find stronger arguments, or presentation.
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I decided to write a few lines on the top story, on the first National (?) Newspaper, I'd go to. Whatever it is. Turns out this; It was the most hotly-anticipated show of Paris Fashion Week... and the 'girls' didn't crack a smile and looked rather miserable as they flaunted the unseasonally colourful wares.. . .
Calm, lucid, the loudest of trumpet calls. And yet not-calm, in keeping down the outrage.
An ideal sounding, cast-iron, help crack the 'cynic' open. The problem is though, . . .
Do Americans Live In A False Reality Created By Orchestrated Events? — Paul Craig Roberts
Decided to write on this before reading it. Why? Because the headline is a question and Paul, a proper-writer. Plus needed ‘something’ so...
But why do I - bother? Reposted on Memory Hole what’s the purpose? A comment on . . .
I commented on the following but here's a less, (ok... a little...) garbeled version:
Like many, I've an un-'conventional narrative of human history'. I consider some words prophetic. Involving that which goes beyond communication in the normal sphere of things. Somehow unearthing something in the hearer and . . .
Long, long ago. I saw a Thrasher Mag back page and a drawing of two jars, each with meat in. Lid-off and flies, lid-on – not. The headline said something like; You want to know what anarchy is? Later, many years on, I stood defined ‘anarcho-syndicalist’ and although the illustration had some merit in describing the big A - it's . . .