RE: The Great Divide and Apathy Towards Politics
April 8, 2017 at 8:56 pm
(This post was last modified: April 8, 2017 at 9:03 pm by AceBoogie.)
(April 8, 2017 at 7:40 pm)BrianSoddingBoru4 Wrote: *shrug* Call it what you like - if it grunts like a pig and shits like a pig, there's a very good chance that it's a pig.
And this pig will be alive while folks like you will have sacrificed yourself for the greater good. My greater good. Like I said, survival.
(April 8, 2017 at 7:40 pm)BrianSoddingBoru4 Wrote: *indulgent chuckle* Ok, tough guy. When the 'shit hits the fan', come over and help yourself to my worldly goods.
Not about being tough. But your attitude suggests that you're like most other citizens out there. Most people are like sheep.
(April 8, 2017 at 7:40 pm)BrianSoddingBoru4 Wrote: If that was the intent of your post, you're not even as bright as I gave you credit for.
I don't know how I'll sleep tonight knowing that I don't live up to your standards.
(April 8, 2017 at 7:40 pm)BrianSoddingBoru4 Wrote: But donating your money to a campaign is pointless? Can't have it both ways, Chuckles.
You're comparing me donating to a campaign to the sort of big money that changes hands in high end politics like presidential elections? You really can't be that thick in the head.
Not sure what angers you so much about my distaste for politics or why you insist on insulting me so much. Did I strike a nerve there, Boru? Chill the fuck out bud. As you said, I'm just having a whinge.
Ace
edit: I'm loving this haughty, self-righteous attitude of yours, you should post more than just little one liner quips like you normally do.
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It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
