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The bien pensant intellectuals cannot understand this–or refuse to understand. How about a series of experiments in making them understand?
Regarding our society’s departure from reality, this is a pretty good measure:
one way or another. Reading through the replies and questions, something doesn’t smell right. Can’t find any other info via Perplexity.ai. The only solid info to go on is the town name. Everything else is generic. Seems very suspicious that no one else there could help. Though either way families with babies and small children should not still be sleeping in tents there. Adults on the other hand, as miserable as it may be, with sufficient clothing (which at this point there should be plenty of) should be ok. It’s cold but not that terribly cold. Especially at lower elevations and out of the wind.
Added: Also finding significant skepticism regarding this lone source on a Hurricane Helene relief Facebook group:
The lies that trans loonies tell themselves are hilarious.
And yet it’s hardly an esoteric point.
I was reminded of my school days and the bullies who roamed the corridors, assaulting anyone who looked vaguely studious, for entertainment, and seemingly with impunity. On a couple of occasions, I saw their unfortunate targets make vain appeals to some non-existent better nature.
When I briefly became a target of one of the bullies, I found that swinging a chair at his head and drawing blood, in front of a classroom of onlookers, was quite effective at deterring further aggression.
This. “Intellectuals” just don’t want to know:
In hindsight, I think it worked – quite well – by showing, emphatically, that he, the bully, no longer had the initiative. He and his peers were accustomed to having the advantage of knowing how things would generally play out. Cowing the bookish was a familiar routine. But when the intended victim has just slammed metal chair legs into the side of your head, making you bleed, in front of an audience, the expected victory is less clear.
Also, I was quite an angry teenager. Not the gentle sophisticate you see today.
And we thank you.
[ Glances significantly at correction booth. ]
The best way to show you are not grandstanding is to go on a national show.
Meanwhile…
“…for the first time I dressed fully feminine in public…”
Band name.
Or the name of a spin-off solo project, after our hypothetical band finally breaks up.
The left has such a deep and abiding fondness for eugenics.
Given they are often among those most in need of a good caning . . .
Curious if they punished you for retaliation or did no one in authority know?
It was unseen by any staff, and I doubt the embarrassed bully was keen to make the episode widely known.
You left out
[ Gets love and hate tattooed on knuckles. ]