I can't help but wonder how liberals have deal with the transition from really believing their leaders being serious about Trump being Hitler, to their leaders suddenly talking about a peaceful transition to... *Hitler*?
I mean, if that doesn't help you understand what *dangerously* lying sacks of shit Biden/Harris were, then you're basically absolutely mentally hopeless.
It's just so wonderful to have finally solved posting regularly to Midnight Pub while easily mirroring
elsewhere.Truth be told, I enjoy the scripting more than the posting. The latter is, well, you know, standard issue ego malarkey. But the former is the joy of reducing repetitive drudgery to simple keystrokes.
And I'm talking joy *far* exceeding the ersatz kind democrats embarrassed themselves with in Chicago! ;-)
Speaking of joy in word only, how is it that those who are certain they have a better way for all can't avoid publicly displayed tantrums when not getting their way? Doesn't that kind of behavior belie an arguably sick narcissism within?
Off to grandchild-sit soon.
Then back to finish installing a storm door.
Then rehearse a few Beatles song with an older gentleman in preparation for an upcoming show.
Then search for more online idiocy to attempt to feel good about my"self" in vain, aka in vain-ity.
I'm really liking that term! Such brevity to the heart 'o the matter!
But I think my favorite remains how attention 'without' (opposed to 'within' sense) winds up being literally without (possessive sense).
In far more important news, my wife has created a variety of pumpkin bread second to none.
Also, you don't have to tell me you're better than me, because I already know you think you are, and know that by way perpetually suffering in downwardly spiraling toward the drain of my own self conceit.
Sucks.
But who blinks first?
I know, I know. You want me to blink.
But same here.
So....?
See how the only solution is neither?
The self-centric - see also: free-willed - position is conceived in a world opposite it, each but a reflection of the other, both headed toward an undoing called death on the one hand, and entropy on the other.
Instances of the former do their be[a]st to eek out - yea, fist shake and middle finger - an existence in the latter.
All instances are goddamned, and yet is no god required, for their very definition conceals their pre-loaded undoing.
But, in fact, there is a God, which is simply an inconceivable - and, thus, ineffable - substrate of sorts (in other words, not really, because "it" cannot be house in words/concepts - "it" in quotes because, again, "it" is no-thing.. (recursion required to continue)). It is always present and available in the cessation of the aforementioned mutual reflection.
The seemingly free-willed instances struggle in fear, loneliness, anger, wailing, dental gnashing, and other associated trauma (not to mention in vain), never far from an impulse to double, then quadruple, and geometrically-so-on down on the unworkable notion of their self opposite all else.
Is your world a cold, heartless place?
That's you in reflection.
Is it inhabited by monsters not too different from yourself save for their always being wrong while you're always right?
More reflection.
In fact, reflection itself is the Godforesaking magick wand of teleportation to said miserably untenable a scenario.
Don't seek solution in this world, imaging some "system" could make the underlying definition word. The underlying definition necessarily wins.
You guessed it: by definition....