nolongerinbetween

abuse # 5 – trumpeti – no no noo

Posted on: January 31, 2019

 

Ce distanta infima intre normalitate si patologie. Insanitatea intelectuala se afla la doar un cuvant distanta (all – some). Common grounds my ass. Doua specii total diferite, care nu au nimic in comun, decat faptul ca impart acelasi teritoriu si acelasi fel de aparenta trupeasca. Ceea ce trumpetii numesc chitibusareala si pedanterie lingvistica, ceilalti numesc rigurozitate. Daca as primi cate un dolar pentru fiecare data cand am purtat genul asta de conversatie, as fi milionar. Bloody hell, we need the patience of a saint…

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Once again, his comment on what opinion means is spot on. I’m always at a loss when a dispute reaches deadlock and when faced with a self-evident truth, as O’Brien would put it, in front of a moon rock, the other says in a pacifying and tolerant way “let’s agree to disagree, you call that a rock, I call that a piece of cheese, we are both entitled to a different opinion”. No nooo noooo no nooo. No fucking way. It is a moon rock. Opinion is something else, this is facts. You don’t have an opinion when you say the clock shows 9:15 or today is Thursday. It’s a fact. You don’t have an opinion when you say the earth is not flat but round. It’s a fact. You don’t have an opinion when you say Kevin Spacey played the lead in “House of Cards”. It’s a fact. You do have an opinion when you say Kevin Spacey is one of the best actors of all time. It’s not a fact.

/əˈpɪnjən/ noun

noun: opinion; plural noun: opinions

  1. a view or judgement formed about something, not necessarily based on fact or knowledge.
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