SWEEET!
Over the weekend, I managed to piss off another entire GROUP of people. A simple conversation over coffee, overheard by a casual acquaintance, turned into a facebook-and-twitter driven peyton-place of “you are WRONG! and a POOPY HEAD!”.
LOL! I love it.
Look, if you disagree with me about politics or policy or whatever, thass fine. When I can prove my point to you, and your response is to stick your fingers in your ears and shout “LALALALALA!” rather than dare expose yourself to what I have to say, guess what? That means you’re wrong, and you know it, and your preconceptions are more important to you than the truth.
So enjoy your ignorance. It just means you’re one of the sheep I have to protect, is all.
Damn, so many sheep, so few sheepdogs.
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It could also mean they only know what they know because someone else told them so, and the prospect of digging into things — even with a minimal risk of being proved wrong — is so terrifying as to force a complete system shutdown. I used to be like that, until I started digging in and found out the “why” for myself. Really helped me find my spine.
Although it’s also important that a spine be flexible.
Let’s say you did something silly and claimed that the Congressional Democrats and the President are going to keep increasing taxes and spending until the United States is insolvent.
Wait, that’s not silly, that’s what I think they are doing. If you say that, the three options are dismiss you as a raving lunatic, sit back and watch the country flush itself down the toilet or engage in the most significant political conflict since this country was founded to cut spending to sustainable levels.
The easiest of those three options is to dismiss you as a raving lunatic. I think it’s time to start cutting spending to sustainable levels. For that thought, I’ll get called a teabagger or worse. I’ll get over it.
I’m not concerned in any event, I just found it amusing. And: spot on, ms Joanna.
One of the most encouraging things anyone ever said to me was “I agree with you; I just want to know why you think that.” Took me years, but I’m finally getting over being a yes-man (yes-woman?). And it feels goooooooood.
You wrote,”So many sheep, so few sheepdogs.”
I’ll fix it for you,
“So many sheep, so few slaughterhouses.”
You’re welcome.
Gerry N.
You’re a real piece of work, aren’tcha, Gerry?
I dunno about sheep, but cows are sure pretty tasty.
Mmmm. Cows.
Reading this string of comments, one sees the ADD kick in at the end.
Sheesh, all we did this weekend was install a microwave/vent over the new gas stove. And wish you were closer, my brother in law and you would really hit it off.
Reading this string of comments, one sees the ADD kick in at the end.
I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’re all perfectly OMG a firetruck!
I’m not a sheep dog. At this point I’m a Grizzly Bear. I’ll eat the sheep and the fucking wolves alike if they cross my path.
Best they leave me to fish and scratch my ass on trees in peace.
Lambchops! I still won’t go near Basefook or Tweirder.