cowtongue
cowtongue
cowtongue

There’s this weird paradox where I, as an atheist, if presented with incontrovertible evidence that God exists, could only come to one reasonable conclusion: that I had lost my mind. Damned-if-you-do-damned-if-you-don’t in kind of a literal sense.

“non-biblical divorce,”

Look, if Jordan Fucking Peterson can make a go of it, anyone can.

Pointy end of the Patriarchy, right here. Burn it the fuck down.

I didn’t even have to wake up my surprised face for this.

And what are we going to do to apologize for Canada’s racist present? Wait another seventy years and make another token, feel-good gesture? Fuck that.

And especially not having to question himself.

I work in a university, and this keeps coming up among the dudes. “He has so much to offer the world. Think of all he could have accomplished!” An I always say the same thing: for every shitty, arrogant, sexist, ass-grabbing pervert with tenure, there are ten or a hundred women would could have contributed just as

As a (law abiding) cyclist I can say this with certainty: a driver doesn’t have to know you to intentionally hit you. Your mere existence is usually justification enough.

I’m speaking as a settler (from Canada), so take this for what it’s worth.

Great, now tell us how you feel about black people.

He drives pickup trucks (a Dodge Ram 2500 and GMC 2500).

People who tilt their heads down are about to reap your soul. But at least they’re interesting.

Looks like the guy who will. Not. Shut. Up. about his record collection.

When Trump finally gets tossed out, I wonder how long it’ll take to get the stink out of the carpets.

I had a friend who’s virulently-Catholic dad did this. It was a fucking insane, poor family in a hollowed-out resource town and the mother was more a victim than anything.

Had to look that up — interesting! But I’m gonna do what Damore should have done and leave the diagnoses to the professionals.

But Jordan Peterson’s a psychologist and they love him, so... I don’t fucking know.

I think I screwed that up. It’s actually a transposition: (E and I) <=> (not E and not I), where E is empathetic and I is irrational. So if one is empathetic and irrational, the transpose would be not empathetic and not irrational. The commutation of (E and I) is just (I and E).

feeling [emphasis: mine] another’s pain—causes us to focus on anecdotes, favor individuals similar to us, and harbor other irrational and dangerous biases.