Occasional angry personal excesses aside (for which I, too, am oft guilty), I love Younigue. You can feel the living, breathing person behind the words. I'm more than sure Moonie does, too. But here, and in his previous post, that starry-eyed sage really brings the wood and nails her to the cross.
The way I see it, in a thread about misdirection, we can’t take occasional angry personal excesses and put them aside. In a thread about misdirection that is not acceptable to me. What I see is a person who went straight to angry excess at Amused and blamed it on being on vacation.
For me this is not even a sin I find particularly offensive. I find myself to have some sort of perceptual problems seeing words. Language for me is auditory and I can’t spell the simplest things, and I have said from my first days here that we don’t believe what we see but see what we believe, tits over flip flops. We are unconscious of our programming, our belief in sacred cows, but those unconscious things manifest as what we are.
So again, I don’t give a shit about humiliating people who fell for the tits in this thread and dumped on Amused thereby. It’s blaming machines. What I don’t like is the dancing away from the fact that this is who we are. We are all on vacation to one degree or another. Let’s not go on vacation about that fact.
On this I brought the wood and the nails but because of the interest in titties it was to no avail. I am left with defeat, pun intended, as the terpsichoreans among us dance off into the sunset.
Let’s not forget, then, that with each occasional angry excess we remain oblivious to, somebody else may feel that pain and they may wish to return the favor. The denial of our own pain breeds the desire to hand it off to others.
And all that I know about you and you and you, I know, not because I know you, (how can I know you), but because I know me. We are all the same.