by my count?
                                eight knuckles;
and two folded thumbs;
i can't believe i have to
make language thought,
worthy to cushion
the violence, in the language
said, and then acted upon;
there's seems to be no bravery
for speaking in public these days:
people have seemed to
have forgotten the "pleasure"
in thinking;
     and by any danes' state of
affirming the maximum economy
utilisation of a maxim...
there's more freedom in thinking,
than there ever will be...
in speaking, and defending that
sort of "right"...
you have a right to think,
and use up the pacifist canvas of a
blank page...
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the freedom to think, and to have no
need to transcend the mental realm
and, utilise calories,
worthy of a worthwhile engagement
in a pish-poor reengagement in
the socratic, long lost and forgotten
art of dialectics;
if plato would be to have woken
up yesterday... dialectics to him
would be a single expression:
why are they shouting over each other?!
people want to rekindle the concept
of dialectics... but in a language base
that employs no diacritical utilisation...
no wonder they're going to succumb
to mob rule... no diacritical inspection...
    no dialectics; just mob rule...
and the "sharpest" idiot shouting
the loudest, but hopefully, the least;
it's just that, the argument for
the need for free speech...
    it's like the little dogs barking too much...
and little dogs do bark too much...
you want to hear a rottweiler bark?
oh sure... you can stomach a poodle's bark...
come... let's have a riot...
            and hear a rottweiler bark.