“He’s got negativity about things he doesn’t know shit about.”
And I’m fond of them both.
Yet I’m thinking the perspective could apply to many others in the public sphere.
From Sunrise County in the Universe
“He’s got negativity about things he doesn’t know shit about.”
And I’m fond of them both.
Yet I’m thinking the perspective could apply to many others in the public sphere.
It’s nothing like the plastic models we bought as kids and then glued together. The battleships and war aircraft. This one’s shaped like a giant awl or very dangerous letter opener or our digital thermometer for cooking.
It’s dark gray, like a black hole, for solid reason.
Thank goodness, Biden’s not in our face every day.
Especially with another outrage, another assault on decency, like his predecessor.
Instead, he’s too busy doing the job.
And there are those who fault him for that.
As for his family loyalties, look in the mirror before speaking. Please.
He’s a man who never really fit in. Anywhere.
That doesn’t necessarily make a leader.
Or why he can’t quite slink away.
Given a former resident of the White House’s insistence an election was stolen, let me argue that he’s upset because he couldn’t steal it a second time.
You know, the cheater who justifies his actions by claiming that everybody’s doing it. Except that they aren’t.
That sort of thing.
So for proof on the election, I’ll hold back until he offers evidence for his case regarding 2020. Pipe up or shut up, please. Or, as we might also insist, get off the toilet.
Please remember, he never won the popular vote in either run. It was all up to the Electoral College.
Or, in an earlier questionable presidential election case, the Supreme Court, which is no longer impeccable as a result.
Just sayin’ …
Quite simply, to make truth subjective muddies the water and likely denies the existence of any external standard of measurement. Or, from another perspective, to impose “my truth” will quickly make everything unreal. End of argument, if you must.
Or, for perspective, Donald Trump manages to negate the rest of us and all science. The world becomes flat, OK? And insanity rules.
In contrast, the concept of a universal Truth exists as a perfection outside of our individual perceptions. It’s something to reach for. You know, the way one and one is two, no matter what. (Except, maybe, in some higher mathematics that nevertheless remain rigorous.) It’s the basis of logic, so without it, everything is illogical. You know, one Truth. As in either/or.
I do wonder if that imposes a monotheism, even when coming from Greek philosophers. One God rather than some chaotic, even neurotic, confusion.
To say, however, “It’s my reality” is far more on target.
Yes, “My reality” in contrast to “My truth.” I can buy that. Now we can talk. After all, feelings are real, even when they’re wacko. And dreams, however fleeting, are another reality.
Through that, too, I have come to recognize times when both sides in an argument are right as well as when both sides are wrong. Forget Aristotle here.
For now, let me point you to my booklet Seeking After Truth, available for free on my Thistle/Finch blog.
Look, don’t make me elaborate. Here are a few, in no particular order.
Your turn! Lay it on!
Maine’s freshly harvested spuds make the world’s most glorious mashed potatoes. Skins and all.
Those of you in the Pacific Northwest may weigh in to the contrary. Not that I really expect you to.
Pardon me for getting political, but an important national election is coming up. Not that all of them aren’t important, but democracy is being threatened.
So here’s my chance to vent. See if any of these stick.
Do I sound embittered? Really!
This time, it’s a Not in My Backyard reaction triggered by opposition to a wind-energy farm 20 miles offshore because it “would spoil the view.”
From what, the yacht?
Get real!
I’m sure they wouldn’t be as vocal if it were a coal-fired plant going up near neighborhoods next to industrial wastelands – the places poor people live.
The people and the places they’re trying to escape, along with the shared responsibilities and real community. And poor people are largely envisioned as Black, no matter that many are white.
Well, the NIMBY crowd might pipe up if they can see the development from the expressway into town. Heavens!
The fact is that if we want electrical power or sewers and water or trash removal, it all has to happen somewhere. Shipping it off to the less fortunate rings sour in more ways than one.
Less fortunate, indeed.
Just don’t try to put them in you-know-whose backyard.