There is no curiosity in them. There are no questions in their minds. There are no “what ifs?” or “maybes”
Your behavior is an embarrassment to the entire history of human achievement.
You live your life at the bottom while seeing yourselves at the top.
Your word is meaningless
Your record riddled with hypocrisy . . .
You have no sense of wonder in the arts
You will never see
I could reach the aliens in Arrival but I’ll never reach you.
“That’s interesting” . . .
Perhaps there’s a correlation between this guy designing and building things I’ve never seen — and how he crafts arguments I’ve never seen.
“That’s a ton of attention to detail”
And so’s this. Maybe this guy knows something I don’t
Life of the Closed Mind
Rolodex of Ridicule
Practically wrote itself from decades of dealing with your kind.
Once you quit hearing ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am,’ the rest is soon to foller
You have the Mentality of a Mob
You’re a bullshitter by definition:
Bullshitters seek to convey a certain impression of themselves without being concerned about whether anything at all is true. They quietly change the rules governing their end of the conversation so that claims about truth and falsity are irrelevant.
What is Truth
Unless it serves you — it doesn’t matter.
This is your life
T.S. Eliot is talking about you
Tolstoy is talking about you
Einstein is talking about you
Man is at least as much a problem-creating as a problem-solving animal. Better a crisis than the permanent boredom of meaninglessness.
Dalrymple is talking about you
You are a Liar
Gutless in the face of facts you don’t like
Utterly devoid of desire to understand in your contempt for correction.
You don’t know when to shut up — You don’t know how to shut up . . . You are a coward son of a bitch!
This kid was talking about you
I want to thank you for giving these two in-depth responses – ones of immense quality and refinement. It must be draining to know that 99% of the time, people won’t read something so long – so well thought out – so in depth. Thank you for doing it anyways. Just as writing these helps you refine your viewpoints, reading and responding to this helps me refine mine.
His outlook reflects the damage being done to the youth . . .
The damage you do while incessantly bitching and moaning as you blame anybody but yourselves..
As if you had nothin’ to do with the decline of America. I could not have imagined I’d grow up to live in a country that endlessly complains.
It’s repulsive
You have no original ideas and smugly dismiss anyone who does.
In their collective state, the Borg are utterly without mercy; driven by one will alone: the will to conquer. They are beyond redemption, beyond reason.
— Jean-Luc Picard
The March of Folly
Oh, you’re so condescending
Your gall is never-ending
We don’t want nothin’, not a thing from youYour life is trite and jaded
Boring and confiscated
If that’s your best, your best won’t do
Turns out — you were just fine taking it, and had no qualms about losing it.
Despite my disgust in your childish ways, the delusional life of lies you live, the harm you have done the unseen you would never burden yourselves to care about, and the clusterfuck of a country you created and continue to poison . .
I feel sorry for you in a way — as you’ll never know how much more the world had to offer you — and what you had to offer it.
It is as though with some people — those who most avidly embrace the “we are right” view — have minds that are closed from the very get-go, and they are entirely incapable of opening them, even just a crack. There is no curiosity in them. There are no questions in their minds. There are no “what ifs?” or “maybes.”
— Laura Knight-Jadczyk
You wouldn’t understand
Speaking of Understanding
If only you had the willingness to grow
It seems like only yesterday
I didn’t have a clue
I stood alone not knowing where to turn
Now suddenly I look around
And everything looks new . . .They call it understanding
A willingness to grow
I’m finally understanding
There’s so much I could knowUntil the day you came along
I used to just get lost
I only heard the things I wanted to hear
It always seemed like no cared
Then you took the time
And now I look and everything seems clear . . .
One Voice Became Two 
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