Truth is indeed plural, and depends on confirmation bias. You point out that Smith won the race; I point out that Jones finished second and Smith finished next to last. Neither of us bothers with the triviality of the act that it was a two-person race.
The Baby Boomers still hobbling around today are and have been since birth the beneficiaries of the greatest run of good luck since the Roman Empire (provided you were a Roman).
And we, us’ns Boomers, now have the sad but somehow satisfying opportunity to witness all of America’s prosperity and strength swirl irretrievably down the drain, that age-old device composed of equal parts: ignorance and evil.
And let’s just forget all about optimism. That works only when there are indicators that there is some possibility things worldwide will improve. The inverse is true.
p.s.
I’ve been working on my bid to demolish the Lincoln Memorial, as well as every five-cent penny in the land. Lincoln’s wife didn’t get pudgy eating her mama’s cooking, you know. It was the mammy’s cooking.
I hope to win the demo contract. Wish me luck. Little could be more satisfying than tearing down a bunch of gaudy, racist hunks of granite. Just ask BLM.
Truth is indeed plural, and depends on confirmation bias. You point out that Smith won the race; I point out that Jones finished second and Smith finished next to last. Neither of us bothers with the triviality of the act that it was a two-person race.
The Baby Boomers still hobbling around today are and have been since birth the beneficiaries of the greatest run of good luck since the Roman Empire (provided you were a Roman).
And we, us’ns Boomers, now have the sad but somehow satisfying opportunity to witness all of America’s prosperity and strength swirl irretrievably down the drain, that age-old device composed of equal parts: ignorance and evil.
And let’s just forget all about optimism. That works only when there are indicators that there is some possibility things worldwide will improve. The inverse is true.
p.s.
I’ve been working on my bid to demolish the Lincoln Memorial, as well as every five-cent penny in the land. Lincoln’s wife didn’t get pudgy eating her mama’s cooking, you know. It was the mammy’s cooking.
I hope to win the demo contract. Wish me luck. Little could be more satisfying than tearing down a bunch of gaudy, racist hunks of granite. Just ask BLM.