I came back to ask the Americans... are you ok?

The UK is around a century ahead of the US in the imperial decline process. It made some very smart decisions after WWII to hand hegemony to the US and have a mostly peaceful period of decline, but most of Europe now is ready to start some shit. If Harris had won, the US would still be in much better shape than the UK and most of Europe, for a while.
The empire was nothing to be proud of. But, unfortunately, the country has been in decline. Recently, because we had a run of PMs who had shaggy all experience outside of Eton, Oxbridge, and Parliament. Tragically, Kier "50 shades of beige" Starmer is the best we've had since the grey man himself, John Major.
I think democracy is a flawed form of government for the same reason as every other form. Human nature. We're self destructive buggers.
 
The empire was nothing to be proud of. But, unfortunately, the country has been in decline. Recently, because we had a run of PMs who had shaggy all experience outside of Eton, Oxbridge, and Parliament.
Did any of the really great PMs of British history have a background any different from that?
 
Another gratuitous lie from the biggest bullshitter on Lit. "Many people" Ah yes, the famous "many people" last seen hanging out with "sources say" and "trust me, bro." "Karen Kraft?" never heard of her. Was she the heiress of the Kraft Cheese fortune or just one of the many voices crying out for recognition in your head?

Notice how Rob transparently projects his infatuation with this fiery muse onto me, sprinkling his descriptions with words like "perky," "27-inch waist," and "perfect C cups." His striking familiarity with her anatomy, recounted with a wolfish enthusiasm, suggests more than passing admiration it hints at a lingering torment, a specter from his past that refuses to loosen its grip.

Projection is often motivated by a deep-seated need to protect the ego from uncomfortable truths. In short, projection, as we see here with Rob, is an overt attempt to maintain a comfortable self-image, even at the cost of distorting reality. Here we see projection being used to cover an uncomfortable truth by shifting attention away from himself and placing the onus of an undesirable experience onto someone else.
Based on your lengthy denial, we can assume it's all true then. Truth tellers use short denials; truth deniers use many words as a defense mechanism, which is a common observation among truth detectors.
 
Did any of the really great PMs of British history have a background any different from that?
Nope. Mostly aristocrats/lawyers ….and father son/family acts too.

Churchill for example was an aristocrat whose father got knocked off his path to becoming PM by bad political calculus as lord of the excheq if memory serves, which drove his son to become PM…. Just as Bush2 invaded Iraq as unfinished father son business and Justin Trudeau followed his father to PM and the Kennedy brothers lined up to replace one dead brother after another.
 
Nope. Mostly aristocrats/lawyers ….and father son/family acts too.

Churchill for example was an aristocrat whose father got knocked off his path to becoming PM by bad political calculus as lord of the excheq if memory serves, which drove his son to become PM…. Just as Bush2 invaded Iraq as unfinished father son business and Justin Trudeau followed his father to PM and the Kennedy brothers lined up to replace one dead brother after another.
Don' forget the part the worm played! That's a major bite of the apple.
 
Another gratuitous lie from the biggest bullshitter on Lit. "Many people" Ah yes, the famous "many people" last seen hanging out with "sources say" and "trust me, bro." "Karen Kraft?" never heard of her. Was she the heiress of the Kraft Cheese fortune or just one of the many voices crying out for recognition in your head?

Notice how Rob transparently projects his infatuation with this fiery muse onto me, sprinkling his descriptions with words like "perky," "27-inch waist," and "perfect C cups." His striking familiarity with her anatomy, recounted with a wolfish enthusiasm, suggests more than passing admiration it hints at a lingering torment, a specter from his past that refuses to loosen its grip.

Projection is often motivated by a deep-seated need to protect the ego from uncomfortable truths. In short, projection, as we see here with Rob, is an overt attempt to maintain a comfortable self-image, even at the cost of distorting reality. Here we see projection being used to cover an uncomfortable truth by shifting attention away from himself and placing the onus of an undesirable experience onto someone else.
Thanks for confirming Rob's post vette.
 
Another gratuitous lie from the biggest bullshitter on Lit. "Many people" Ah yes, the famous "many people" last seen hanging out with "sources say" and "trust me, bro." "Karen Kraft?" never heard of her. Was she the heiress of the Kraft Cheese fortune or just one of the many voices crying out for recognition in your head?

Notice how Rob transparently projects his infatuation with this fiery muse onto me, sprinkling his descriptions with words like "perky," "27-inch waist," and "perfect C cups." His striking familiarity with her anatomy, recounted with a wolfish enthusiasm, suggests more than passing admiration it hints at a lingering torment, a specter from his past that refuses to loosen its grip.

Projection is often motivated by a deep-seated need to protect the ego from uncomfortable truths. In short, projection, as we see here with Rob, is an overt attempt to maintain a comfortable self-image, even at the cost of distorting reality. Here we see projection being used to cover an uncomfortable truth by shifting attention away from himself and placing the onus of an undesirable experience onto someone else.
Since I already know you are a liar, I will take Rob's word against yours.
 
Another gratuitous lie from the biggest bullshitter on Lit. "Many people" Ah yes, the famous "many people" last seen hanging out with "sources say" and "trust me, bro." "Karen Kraft?" never heard of her. Was she the heiress of the Kraft Cheese fortune or just one of the many voices crying out for recognition in your head?

Notice how Rob transparently projects his infatuation with this fiery muse onto me, sprinkling his descriptions with words like "perky," "27-inch waist," and "perfect C cups." His striking familiarity with her anatomy, recounted with a wolfish enthusiasm, suggests more than passing admiration it hints at a lingering torment, a specter from his past that refuses to loosen its grip.

Projection is often motivated by a deep-seated need to protect the ego from uncomfortable truths. In short, projection, as we see here with Rob, is an overt attempt to maintain a comfortable self-image, even at the cost of distorting reality. Here we see projection being used to cover an uncomfortable truth by shifting attention away from himself and placing the onus of an undesirable experience onto someone else.

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All good here. Have the wherewithal to leave if it gets to that point. I have Canadian citizenship rights through my grandpa and my wife Irish citizenship rights through her grandparents.
 
People have mentioned Churchill. I think Lloyd George deserves a mention. and Attlee, obviously.
Americans seem to like like Thatcher (though here, when she died, "ding dong the witch is dead" made number 1 in the charts)
 
On a level with Gladstone and Disraeli.
That's going back a hell of a long way. Too far to compare the political landscapes.
Only wealthier males were even allowed to vote. It was a very different world.
 
That's going back a hell of a long way. Too far to compare the political landscapes.
Only wealthier males were even allowed to vote. It was a very different world.
On a level with Churchill, then.
 
But I believe Churchill had the same privileged background as those out-of-touch PMs you were complaining about. He grew up in a palace.
 
But I believe Churchill had the same privileged background as those out-of-touch PMs you were complaining about. He grew up in a palace.
And then he had a military career.

Privilege isn't the issue. Lack of experience of the world beyond the bubble of privilege is the issue.
You can't effectively lead a society you don't know or understand.
We have policies created on a narrow perspective, even when objective observations and studies prove them ineffective.
 
Nope. Mostly aristocrats/lawyers ….and father son/family acts too.

Churchill for example was an aristocrat whose father got knocked off his path to becoming PM by bad political calculus as lord of the excheq if memory serves, which drove his son to become PM…. Just as Bush2 invaded Iraq as unfinished father son business and Justin Trudeau followed his father to PM and the Kennedy brothers lined up to replace one dead brother after another.
Winston C was from that kind of family, but he was also a war hero who escaped from a Boer prison, as I remember. I'm not sure how much of the JFK war-hero story was true, but he was too. It's been a long time since any warmongering fuckstick leader anywhere was personally aware of just what they are sending troops off to amid all the Dulce et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori bullshit. Both Trump and Biden dodged Nam, right? Biden due to asthma, and Trump because his dad maybe reckoned he was too necessary to the US economy.

Oh, I forgot the man who's been so in the noos lately - Pete Hegseth!!!! Surprised he found time with all those kids ...
 
And then he had a military career.

Privilege isn't the issue. Lack of experience of the world beyond the bubble of privilege is the issue.
You can't effectively lead a society you don't know or understand.
We have policies created on a narrow perspective, even when objective observations and studies prove them ineffective.
Except for the military service aspect, you have nailed our new leader, the felon, to a 'T.' He is all of this and as a narcissist cannot fathom any of it.

His threats against our citizens as well as those of other nations loom like an albatross over our political landscape.
 
Watching from afar, this all looks pretty extreme, and I wanted to see how all you average Americans were taking this. So I have a few questions, if you could indulge me for a few minutes.

  • How did you vote?
  • What's your general mood, in regards current political happenings?
  • Has any of it had a direct impact on you or your family?
  • What, in your opinion, has been the single best and the single worst Trump move since taking office?
  • What are your thoughts on Elon's role?

The old timers are already aware of my attention span. Long, rambling rants will be lost on me.
As an American...citizen...I would like to first just say, thanks for asking! That's a common phraseology we Americans say as a way of indicating that we are glad... you asked. Now, often you might here this only for the person who thanked you, to just turn around and walk away. However, sometimes, that is not possible. For instance, you're on an airplane! Not really the place to just...turn around walk away. In these instances, you might be met with a blank stare along with the characteristic slack-jaw, perhaps even a line of spittle extending from the aforementioned jaw. But I am not a Democrat, so you're not going to get that non-response.

Unlike the current Democratic ideology - more a religion than a political movement - I realize that a government, a party, is in the end a function of the loudest voices in that party. This means, it's maxims, principles and goals are shaped by the human mind, a highly flawed but also highly adaptive machine invented by Jesus. Just kidding, that little reference was meant to trigger the weak. Did your heart-rate alter in any way upon reading that single word? That's called "being triggered" and congrats, you're the weak. Nah, fuck Jesus (also inserted to trigger the weak on the other side) this is America! What's our motto? "In [Insert Higher Power of Your Choosing] We Trust!" - that's literally it, we're phasing God out, the whole "In God We Trust" was the result of group-think, it never should have made it to print and...it's regrettable but what can you do?

To answer your questions in the order asked. How did I vote? By ballot. That's how we do it here. We don't use animal sacrifice or a stone, such as in the chilling Shirley Jackson story "The Lottery". That was a truly masterful piece of literary goodness, and I'm glad I read it though I did have to get past the initial disappointment of realizing this was not an algorithm I could use to increase my chances of personal financial fortune. Stupid me, I did not do my due diligence, lesson learned. To answer a related question, I voted for Donald J Trump.

My general mood is one of very cautious optimism combined with my entrenched cynicism based on the fact that, this is a human enterprise. Humans...? Humans are governed by an organ we refer to as the "penis". I'm sorry, that's only half of the species. The other half is, of course, governed by a far more advanced organ known as the "delusional mind". I said it was advanced, I did not say it was rational. Now, the U.S. government is one in which the total decision-making is shared across many humans - so things like policy are the result of many penises and delusional minds working together in a process of hateful negotiation. But this is America, we do not base our philosophy on hate, we base it on passive aggressive...hate. Example: You are not me and you come up with something you call an "idea". Me, not being you, hate that idea and even more, hate the source of that idea - you. Why? Simple. There were 12 doughnuts for the entire group of us, numbering 12, and you ate 3 of them. Don't even deny it, we all watched you! That means you are a filthy pig and your existence is a pox on humanity.

OK that was an example, sorry if I offended anyone, there ARE no doughnuts, just...get past that if you can. Now, the Left would have you think Trump voters worship the ground he walks. I voted Trump and personally, I could not be in the same room with the guy for 5 minutes. I have an extensive police record and the Secret Service would tackle me to the ground and have me restrained faster than you can say, "Why the fuck did you mention doughnuts if there were no doughnuts?!" I said I'm sorry! Get past it! God...you people! Great...now I want a doughnut...now I'm pissed off at myself. Maybe you all are right, maybe I should eat a pistol. Maybe I should, I don't know, fashion a noose from an electrical cord and hang myself by the neck until dead. How about this - I will take that into serious consideration. I can tell you this - I predict my death will be within the next 2.5 years and it will be violent. I could be way more specific, but I don't want to spoil the surprise. Let's just say I've been preparing for the Big 62 for a long time...nearly 61 years. As well? I think I'm pretty funny. I see myself as a comedian of sorts. I'm not saying I'm one of those "Smiling on the outside but crying on the inside" kind of comedians, like your Robin Williams. No, I'm more your "Smiling on the outside, dead eyes staring past you as if you do not exist on the inside because after I tried to take my own life in 2010 and was 'rescued' by the stupid do-gooders in E.R., I came back but not all of me came back". You know what I mean? We've all been there. And here's the funny part. I'm being dead serious. But you ever notice how often I write really long-ass shit? There's a reason for that. I do not do anything on accident, except make boom boom in my pants. Hahahaha...ok, I made myself laugh on that one. No, I write long-ass stuff on purpose! The goal is to intimidate anyone from even attempting to read my writings, carefully. Because I know that as much control as I try and exert over my thoughts and the expression of those thoughts, things are going to slip. Realizing that, I put in 'safety mechanisms' such that those mental lapses are hopefully not detected. So when you see something with my name and you look and you think, "Here we go again, some long-ass fucking...essay...by this asshole" you might think I would be offended, but in truth, I am relieved! You won't read what I wrote! My safety mechanism is working as planned. Because to this day, I cannot for the life of me figure out, how did anyone know what I was doing? Who called 911? My little plan was foolproof and now look...who is the fool? Well, me. I proved it. So I turn everything into a huge joke because this is life. This is no joke. And life? Life is a gift...a gift nobody asked for. Nobody requested. Not only that, the giver of that gift? Native American. You know that because that gift will be yanked back. That was a highly insensitive comment. Yes it was. Look into these eyes. What do you see? Nothing. There's nothing inside. There was something inside, and that something remains where I left it in 2010 in a place that I cannot tell you the location. No map ever devised has charted this location. It's not a location that can be described in spatial terms. It's outside the contextual map known as Spacetime. Is it another dimension? I do not even think it is that. But I do know one thing - part of me exists in that place, to this moment. I do not if that part is in pain, or joy, whether it is suffering or enjoying a existence free of any misery. Perhaps the concepts of joy and misery are not even relevant. Is that part of me ever going to be reunited with the part of me that those idiots at the hospital brought back? That I cannot know, either. So how do I know it even exists? Because it is directing things. It is not influencing my thoughts or behaviors, it is 100% in control. Further? It is not human. If it ever was, then it was altered. My eyes...well, eye....still work as do my ears, my other senses. I'm not able to do feats of strength or anything physically I was not able to do before. I still have the skills I had prior and the lack of skills (the far bigger basket) as before. But when I look around, when I walk amongst you all, I do not see my own. Humans - you humans. You are humans. I look human. I act human. I am not human. I am not robot. I am not better I am not worse. I am in no way superior, or inferior. I am subject to the same physical limitations I was before. Equally true is the fact that there is an invisible barrier that separates me from every person I encounter. I am not you or of you. I do not know if you...hu-MANS...sense that. Do you sense something "off" when you encounter me? Is there a chill? Is there a low-level nausea? I know I cannot inquire, because that would raise suspicion. That cannot happen. They sent me back for a reason. Those highly skilled doctors in the E.R. who think they "saved my life" can go on thinking that, I encourage that. They saved nothing because they brought back nothing. I was sent back. Now you'll have to excuse me, I have to disguise the rest of this paragraph because often you hu-MANS will read the beginning and ending of a paragraph and knowing that, I have to make finish this in as innocuous a way possible. So anyway, that is the story of the doughnuts and really, none of us needs any more sugar our diets, now, do we, heh-heh! So the Trump administration is doing well on some points but talk about "transparency"? What about the UAPs? Did anyone other than me find the WH explanation a bit...lacking? What about the Epstein list? And do not think the REAL list will have any names that will become the stuff of gossip. The Hollywood biggies? Those are not the people being protected, they are the red herrings. You will not recognize the names being protected. Look at me, talking non-stop. Boring!

So that's my answer. You guys are pretty sharp, nothing gets by you, does it? I tip my hat. I'm not kidding - look at these eyes, do they look like they are kidding? I love you all (2 3 4).
 
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