And I have plenty of patience for philosophy. Its the bullshit disguised as philosophy that I can’t be entertained by. When my 1 liners trigger you and make you all upset. You need to ask yourself why that is. You can type 10000 words, but if you’re wrong, you’re wrong. If you’re inconsistent, you’re inconsistent. If you’re making untenable assumptions, then you’re making untenable assumptions. If your feelings get hurt, and your,emotions get triggered, then you should consider what people mean when they say, “dispassionate search for the truth”.
The vast majority of what I read here consists of the dressing up of political views as philosophy, or some survey level discussion about what some historic philosopher may or may not have been saying. Those things are boring at best, and do very little to increase utility for the reader. You hate it, but you kmow it, you can learn alot from me young man.
If you really are into philosophy, and since you’re already on a philosophy board, it only makes sense that most of your posts are dedicated to philosophy. Which we know they aren’t. And there is simply no excuse for it. Even if everyone else was wrong, and you were the only one right, which you clearly aren’t, you would still be doing philosophy. But you aren’t.
And this is the problem with you, not that your superiority is triggering emotions in others that they can’t handle rationally, but that you’re quite simply delusional.
Bottom line is you’re a tired, exhausted, hedonist who has no interest in life which is evident in the fact that you have no interest in having children.
And your defenses are nothing but attempts to emotionally manipulate others in an effort to shut them up.
You just say these things about me because of how I make you feel. I give you an argument, you call me names. Cut the shit dude and look at what you’re really saying.
No interest in life because no interest in children? You sound like a fucking moron. Do you know what “non sequitur” means?
And don’t try and bridge the gap with your opinions. Because I’ll just ask you if you’re aware of the is/ought problem. I can do this all day, and you hate it because of your ego, not mine.
To quote the great philosopher T.I. -“everybody know it ain’t trickin if you got it”.
Currently smoking cigarettes and thinking,of sleeping for a few hours.
I said the best governments , not one. Working together not alone. The knowledge and abilities combined without competition could end the issue. Wether it is negotiating with the groups of terrorists or wiping them out , together it can be done. So why are they not working together?
listening to Rod Stewart…
The night is like a lovely tune
Beware my foolish heart
How white the ever constant moon
Take care, my foolish heart.
There’s a line between love and fascination
That’s so hard to see on an evening such as this
For they give the very same sensation
When you are lost in the passion of a kiss.
For your lips are much too close to mine
Beware my foolish heart
But should our eager lips combine
Then let the fire start.
For this time it isn’t fascination
Or a dream that will fade and fall apart
It’s love this time, it’s love, my foolish heart.
There’s a line between love and fascination
That’s so hard to see on an evening such as this
For they give the very same sensation
When you are lost in the passion of a kiss, oh yeah.
Your lips are much too close to mine
Beware my foolish heart
But should our eager lips combine
Then let the fire start.
For this time it isn’t fascination
Or a dream that will fade and fall apart
It’s love this time, it’s love, my foolish heart
Wow…
Leaving Marrakech in 2 hours… after a morning of quad biking (with my (should be husband) Moroccan driving instructor) across rocky dunes, sand dunes, many boulders, and a couple of dried-up river beds fed by the melted ice caps from the Atlas Mountains, passing Berbers and giant chicken villages (chickens destined for the local Kentucky and McDs) along the way… meandering through rolling valleys clinging to my (should be) husband’s waist as each bump brought our bodies closer each time till I melted into him, then I drove on the way back with him melting into me.
I want a Berber husband… to match my new Berber shoes and my Moroccan kaftan… while I eat my Berber tagine…
wtf? 
…I had a moment WendyD… a moment in a strange land, with a stranger…
We all need those special moments
I sometimes tell girls that I have a stranger fetish. That way I can get a chance to bang them before I get to know them. I mean, I dont mind eventually getting to know them, but it is nice to put your penis into a mysterious woman.
Just to clarify MrR… it was not a sexual moment, but a feeling one, i.e. no bodily fluids were exchanged dear… What kind of lady do you think I am?
I’m quite enjoying the static between the male and the female right now… that, and practising my French in real time.
Are they so cleanly separated? The sexual and the emotional?
For me… yes.
I can do whatever I want, but everyone else is not me and so I say “Don’t try this at home, kids!”
Woah, they’re separated? By choice or au naturale?
Its easy to find someone to put your penis into. A little more work to find people that you’re always entertained by. Occasionally, there’s some overlap among the 2 types, but more often than not its one or the other. Listen to your brain. Not your crotch. Keep both stimulated though.