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How to get kicked off a Jordan Peterson board:

Step 1:
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"Okay: Imagine it's a Saturday, and you are hugging your knees in the shower and crying, because you realized that the government is never actually going to provide a pussy ration. The radio, though is playing Morrissey - the crown prince of sad - and he tells you that deaf girls are terrible at warning people of disaster and that it sucks to be famous because your friends all hate you for having new shirts. So instead of cutting your wrists the long way, you instead get out of the shower and use EXTRA eyeliner because the world is full of bastards and you don't care.

And THAT, my friends, is postmodernism."

Step 2:
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Elliot Rodgers was a lunatic.

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Yeah, but your guts won't.

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I finally got myself decent employment today! I'll be working in a local bakery just a few blocks from where I live. It's through a staffing agency right now but after 3 months of good work they should hire me in.

It's been almost two years since I last held a real, well paying, full time job. It's third shift so I'm going to be doing A LOT of adjustment for the next few months, but I'm finally getting back to being able to take care of myself again after years of crippling depression. This is a huge step in the process of my recovery. I'm excited!

Advice for working graves:

1.  Go to bed the moment you get home.
2.  Don't drink coffee until midnight.
3.  Forget all about alcohol.

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Apple Talk / Re: Tucson Irregulars
« on: May 25, 2018, 09:46:56 pm »
I was trying to explain this, but it took like 15 YEARS and everyone was always getting distracted by arguments, shark control, and ECH's brand new butthole. 

It's not really a hard concept.  You wake up in the morning, freshly horrified by being in Tucson.  You scoot out to the car with your bulletproof umbrella at the ready, then you drive to work being careful not to drive into any shell holes or clouds of mustard gas.  You say hello to the receptionist and she doesn't reply.  No, she likes you fine, she just died on the job like a year ago and maintenance hasn't got around to her yet. 

Then you sit in your office proving that 2+2=4 except for when it's convenient that it equal 3 or 5, eat your lunch in the insulting excuse for a break room while Epstein from Marketing tries to tell you about his model railroad.  You shoot Epstein in the face, but he just keeps talking.   After another 4 hours of rationalizing bad math, you get in your car and then get turned into a red paste by a methed-out trucker on Highway 77.

Then You wake up in the morning, freshly horrified by being in Tucson.  You scoot out to the car with your bulletproof umbrella at the ready, then you drive to work being careful not to drive into any shell holes or clouds of mustard gas.  You say hello to the receptionist and she doesn't reply.  No, she likes you fine, she just died on the job like a year ago and maintenance hasn't got around to her yet. 

Then you sit in your office proving that 2+2=4 except for when it's convenient that it equal 3 or 5, eat your lunch in the insulting excuse for a break room while Epstein from Marketing tries to tell you about his model railroad.  You shoot Epstein in the face, but he just keeps talking.   After another 4 hours of rationalizing bad math, you get in your car and then get turned into a red paste by a methed-out trucker on Highway 77.

Then You wake up in the morning, freshly horrified by being in Tucson.  You scoot out to the car with your bulletproof umbrella at the ready, then you drive to work being careful not to drive into any shell holes or clouds of mustard gas.  You say hello to the receptionist and she doesn't reply.  No, she likes you fine, she just died on the job like a year ago and maintenance hasn't got around to her yet. 

Then you sit in your office proving that 2+2=4 except for when it's convenient that it equal 3 or 5, eat your lunch in the insulting excuse for a break room while Epstein from Marketing tries to tell you about his model railroad.  You shoot Epstein in the face, but he just keeps talking.   After another 4 hours of rationalizing bad math, you get in your car and then get turned into a red paste by a methed-out trucker on Highway 77.

Then You wake up in the morning, freshly horrified by being in Tucson.  You scoot out to the car with your bulletproof umbrella at the ready, then you drive to work being careful not to drive into any shell holes or clouds of mustard gas.  You say hello to the receptionist and she doesn't reply.  No, she likes you fine, she just died on the job like a year ago and maintenance hasn't got around to her yet. 

Then you sit in your office proving that 2+2=4 except for when it's convenient that it equal 3 or 5, eat your lunch in the insulting excuse for a break room while Epstein from Marketing tries to tell you about his model railroad.  You shoot Epstein in the face, but he just keeps talking.   After another 4 hours of rationalizing bad math, you get in your car and then get turned into a red paste by a methed-out trucker on Highway 77.


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I think that the fundamental problem of our new era is discovering how, in a world of mass communication, to get someone, or many ones, to shut the fuck up.

Back in the day, you could, in fact, fight ideas with bullets. In fact, this was very easy, because ideas would inevitably sprout in one area, then take a good decade or so to spread as people slowly walked from place to place and spread it. You could, conceivably, strangle an idea in its cradle with sheer manpower. But suddenly, once trains happened and people could discreetly be halfway across the country in a week, this became very hard, because someone could stir up trouble in one place, disappear, then suddenly pop up somewhere else to cause even more trouble. And then you have a movement, and that movement can move fast. As of the last decade, you don't even have to get out of your thinkin' chair. Post your hot opinion on Tumblr and half the world will see it in short order.

It was around this time that liberalism and the virtues of debate started to get popular, in part because anti-liberals suddenly found themselves unable to make the liberals shut the fuck up. The liberals, with dubious logic and usually citing no sources whatsoever, claimed that, to make someone shut the fuck up, you have to convince them that they're wrong. This, clearly, was a ruse, because people have been arguing about everything for the entire history of mankind, and that's basically never worked. But, with circular logic, they convinced everyone that they must have a point, because nobody can get them to shut the fuck up.

It took the last century for people to get that you can't beat an idea out of existence, and, look at the n00b playing prophet here, it will take this century for people to get that you can't argue it out of existence, either.

So, if you can't use brute force, and you can't debate about it, us folk of today are faced with a question:
How do you get someone to shut the fuck up?

Oh, that's easy.  You just fucking KILL ME! :rogpipe:

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Apple Talk / Re: Introductions, Part VI: Welcome to Our PD Party
« on: May 25, 2018, 09:35:59 pm »
1.  Who the hell are you, and how did you find this place?  You're a cop, right?  Yeah you are.  Or you're wearing a wire.  I can smell that shit, and you are most definitely some kind of spy for government agencies that never heard of us and wouldn't care if they did.  Fess up.
Chill, chill! Chill. Brad sent me. You know Brad, right? Brad's cool. He wouldn't have sent me if I wasn't cool, right?
Like most of the others, I read the PD, thought it was dank, then fucked off for like half a year being an edgelord. Then, I came back, read the BIP, and thought, "Huh." Then I fucked off for a couple more months and realized this place had a forum, and that evidently it was the only one that wasn't dead as a fish on a beach or on Facebook.

2.  Why on Earth would you join a religion that worships a Greek God...And not just ANY Greek God, but the one all the OTHER Greek Gods thought was a troublemaker?  You're just asking for it, you know.
I want it, baby. Give it to me like I'm a FinDom hooker and you're a rich businessman who uses his low self-esteem to get off.

3.  Do you know any good recipes?  Because we have a section for that, and I'm trying to learn to cook.
I already posted the only one I have, and it's by no means a good one. Good luck.

Hi everyone!

HELLO OBVIOUS GOVERNMENT SPY!  :wave:

Pool's on the roof.  Faust is bad for you.  That is all.

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Apple Talk / Re: Open Bar: Free Russian Orphans with Every Purchase
« on: May 25, 2018, 03:58:36 pm »
Not much in the way of sleep last night.  I feel as if I am walking around with Chris Christie strapped to my back.  :(

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oooh stoics, oooh, haaha hi cum boys

oooooh  haha <3 your emotional control gets me so hard <3 <3 hehe wink emoji

SMILE FOR ME SENPAI

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FOR ARISTOTLE, IT'S FREE

 :lulz:

DAMMIT CRAM

Oh, also, I just remembered that I forgot to mail you those bits of your soul I found.  I will get to it this weekend.

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Oh, that Mike.  Yeah, pretty much.

And Brother Mythos, it's possible that the reality is a combination of the two. Trump says whatever the last person who spoke to him and didn't bore him says, and that was likely Bolton in all cases.   He doesn't really have a planned approach for North Korea, because he doesn't really have any policy prescriptions or beliefs, and refuses to listen to people with relevant expertise.  So likely it's a case that yes, Bolton did have approval, but Bolton also likely led Trump up the garden path in the first place.

It occurs to me that Mike wasn't actually a bad person, just deluded about his own merits.

To get Trump, you need that AND malice.

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Maybe?  Not going to lie, not familiar with the reference.  Mike Thomas, VP of Sasol's US subsidiary?

No, Mike Thomas is a good guy.

No, Mike the Engineer from my acid plant days.

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Donald thought with his gut today and cancelled the summit.

South Korea wasn't informed either, going by the panic at the Blue House and urgent requests for clarification from the Americans (this would be easier if, say, there were an Ambassador in South Korea to whom the South Koreans could speak with, but of course Trump hasn't appointed one of those yet).

Saw that.  If I were trump, I'd make the same person the ambassador to North and South Korea, and then not tell that guy shit, either.  Because why not?

It would be in keeping with his general modus operandi.  I also think making someone Ambassador to North Korea would be accepting that North Korea is a legal separate state, which would also be in keeping with Trump's inability to grasp complex situations.  According to Wolff's book, the minute people start explaining things to him, he gets up and leaves the room.  Literally just walks out.  Hates being "talked down to", because he has both a massive inferiority complex (which allegedly was one of the reasons he stopped the summit - to do it before the North Koreans did.  "You're not breaking up with me, I'm breaking up with you!") and a raging case of Dunning-Kruger

So basically Mike from Sasol. 

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There's always space in the back of the van for the people who THINK but do not DO, for the people who SCREAM but do not BREATHE, for the people who KNOW THE BARSTOOL IS COMING but DO NOT DUCK. Your cleverness will not save you.

Point of order:  Nobody will be saved.  You will yell "DUCK" and they will stand there making Stanley Kubrick jokes. 


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Apple Talk / Stream of Consciousness Thingie (CW philosopher abuse)
« on: May 24, 2018, 10:21:37 pm »
So, Plato said in Republic "Get rid of all the artists", but I would argue that philosophy is a form of art, as it's basically reflection in need of validation, so Plato can

GET IN THE BACK OF THE VAN

And then there's that asshat Aristotle, who was so convinced of how beautiful his brain was that he insisted that empirical evidence be discarded in favor of logic.  This is objectively stupid and therefore his brain wasn't all that great and he can

VAN VAN VAN

Every single postmodernist, on account of "everything sucks" - implying that this includes their worldview and every idea they ever had, can

GET IN THE BACK OF THE

Stoics, who spend thousands of years saying you shouldn't holler when the rock hits you can ALSO

VAN

4000+ years of navel gazing and wondering what's real, when REAL is the thing that's punching you in the face, deserves only

THE VAN VAN VAN

AND THEN THERE'S THE FUCKING EPICUREANS, who believed that pleasure was the highest ideal, but getting that pleasure was best obtained by living like a trappist monk, ALL I CAN SAY IS

GET IN THE BACK OF THE VAN




(More to follow, when I get a handle on this Guirdaff guy that Cram is always on about.)

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