let's just face the ******* music and dance the hell out of this one in hope of generating a tornado...
cross-census agreement between us little internet people and the big-shots of the media press...
rod liddle: comment section, just prior to the anonymous editorial pieces... the sunday times... 11/11/18... headline:
i'm identifying as a young, black, trans chihuahua, and the truth can go whistle...
we're privy then? like i already said... we left the old crazies in the gutter imbued by a pharma-soup making soup for brains... while treating these new crazies with a new brand of medicine... pandering to their "eccentricities"...
exactly... to an extent a psychotic might be more in line with reality than the pandering sane individual... suddenly the sane pandering squash of people give out a statement: when you abolish reality, the whole whole deluded edifice begins to unravel...
what did i write only days prior? this! thanks, but no thanks... good luck un-pandering these pandered "souls"... you're not dealing with "millennial snowflakes"... you think gen-Z will fare any better when they leave the education market? really?! again... good luck with that... whoever the millennial "fellows" are milking them into a zombie of dialectics... good luck putting hope into them...
try to reverse the ontology of a cuckoo giving birth... it's not like we evolved biologically... zoologically... sure thing... we can cage any animal we like (with ourselves included) and study their behavior, and do the silly Billy English thing of incorporating the ontology of a plethora of animals into your own ontology...
all we have in the Anglophone world are post Darwinism zoological explanations... as to our ontology... if i was once considered insane... please... i would abhor being considered sane these days... the SANEs are being cuddled to pamper the new crazies, emboldened by the progress in medicine...
but thank **** the new crazy stink rose as far as the comment section of a center right newspaper in England.