Jealousy? This is what you think this is? No, Mike, I find you spineless.
You did not and can not engage in ideas. You crashed out over being called melodramatic (which you are. These messages are a chore to read, as are your articles)
You read, certainly, but I expect little from you.
In you I see the familiar drone of the disaffected commissar, rattling their tin cup against the bars of their ideological prison. You mistake contempt for substance, sneering for argument, and your own inability to grapple with nuance as a failure on my part rather than yours.
If my writing is a "chore" to read, then allow me to suggest an alternative: don’t. Save yourself the effort. If you expected little from me, I assure you, I expected even less from you, and yet here we are—me writing, you seething.
The irony, of course, is that you accuse me of failing to engage in ideas while offering none of your own. It’s a tired game, but I must commend your stamina in playing it so poorly. Now run along. I’m sure there’s a slogan somewhere in need of parroting.
You keep telling me how great you are, and honestly, it's kind of pathetic. You tell others you read, often in fact. You're quick to mention Butler, but it never quite seems like you have anything to say.
You'll both sides a conversation. You denounce the rise of AI while using AI generated images. You talk about the USA and its flag and the oath you swore and how terrible it is that Trump and Musk are in power, but not that this happened because the USA was always riding down the train of facism.
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You did not and can not engage in ideas. You crashed out over being called melodramatic (which you are. These messages are a chore to read, as are your articles)
You read, certainly, but I expect little from you.
Your ego got the best of you.
You keep telling me how great you are, and honestly, it's kind of pathetic. You tell others you read, often in fact. You're quick to mention Butler, but it never quite seems like you have anything to say.