I’m asking for the nuance. I’m asking for the lines in the sand. I choose to primarily talk to leftists for a reason. The fact that a conversation about ethics is beyond the pale is nutter butters.
I mean, I get it. I’ve seen plenty of guys like you on the webs. Keyboard warriors who think they are tough minded, but somehow never manage to actually talk to a girl. Guys who are too scared to go to a Starbucks because the baristas intimidate them.
I mean, what are you going to do now your hero Andrew Tate is in jail?
Pointing out that you’re avoiding the argument isn’t exactly triggered. And I’m arguing in favor of non-aggression, so your attempts to hide your failings are worse than the initial gambit.
I feel like you’re having trouble following instead of just refusing to confront internal inconsistencies at this point. Either way, hug a dead veteran today.
I speak out against idolizing mass murderers, and the first thing you think of is girls writing to serial killers.
You could have talked about things like sports teams with names like “Vikings,” or “Raiders.”
You could have talked about movies like “The Godfather” or TV show “Black Sails.”
No, you went with your obsession; the women who constantly scorn, deride, belittle, and/or ridicule you on a daily basis.
You’re the one who brought up the idea of women flagrantly throwing themselves at the lowest scum while you sit alone and miserable, crying over your keyboard and smashing your head against the wall in anguish.
You bring it up because that’s what haunts your thoughts, day and night.
And how do I know this? What makes me so sure?
Anyone who isn’t obsessed like you would have simply stopped responding.
Like they say, truth let’s the facts speak for themselves, but lies repeat over and over.
You’re off your rocker. I chose a ridiculous example, because they idolize mass murderers and at most need therapy rather than a bullet - but that outcome fits your poorly thought out definition.
Guess it really burns you that guys in jail are getting more play than you are, doesn’t it?
Don’t deflect. You said it’s very simple than chose another uselessly vague term.
Don’t deliberately ignore nuance to start internet arguments. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I’m asking for the nuance. I’m asking for the lines in the sand. I choose to primarily talk to leftists for a reason. The fact that a conversation about ethics is beyond the pale is nutter butters.
OOOh, guess I touched a nerve there.
I mean, I get it. I’ve seen plenty of guys like you on the webs. Keyboard warriors who think they are tough minded, but somehow never manage to actually talk to a girl. Guys who are too scared to go to a Starbucks because the baristas intimidate them.
I mean, what are you going to do now your hero Andrew Tate is in jail?
It’s sad in one way.
So, so sad.
Pointing out that you’re avoiding the argument isn’t exactly triggered. And I’m arguing in favor of non-aggression, so your attempts to hide your failings are worse than the initial gambit.
You seem determined to locate the argument. Is that somehow a more valid stance than not wanting to engage?
You just can’t let it go, can you?
I point out that you’re obsessed with the fanmail serial killers get and instead of just ignoring it, you decide to double down.
Guess it really, really keeps you up at night.
I feel like you’re having trouble following instead of just refusing to confront internal inconsistencies at this point. Either way, hug a dead veteran today.
Hmmm, let’s see.
I speak out against idolizing mass murderers, and the first thing you think of is girls writing to serial killers.
You could have talked about things like sports teams with names like “Vikings,” or “Raiders.”
You could have talked about movies like “The Godfather” or TV show “Black Sails.”
No, you went with your obsession; the women who constantly scorn, deride, belittle, and/or ridicule you on a daily basis.
You’re the one who brought up the idea of women flagrantly throwing themselves at the lowest scum while you sit alone and miserable, crying over your keyboard and smashing your head against the wall in anguish.
You bring it up because that’s what haunts your thoughts, day and night.
And how do I know this? What makes me so sure?
Anyone who isn’t obsessed like you would have simply stopped responding.
Like they say, truth let’s the facts speak for themselves, but lies repeat over and over.
You’re off your rocker. I chose a ridiculous example, because they idolize mass murderers and at most need therapy rather than a bullet - but that outcome fits your poorly thought out definition.
Keep reaching.
You know, you keep saying that you don’t care about it.
Over and over and over again and again and again.
You keep saying that you have no deep burning anger about the fact that there are women throwing themselves at jailed murderers, while you sit alone.
But something tells me that, no matter how many times you deny it to the rest of the world, you’ll always know the truth in your heart.