....Is there a point in that jumbled, impossible to follow mess you posted?.....
Yes there is a point, you are full of it, you are arrogant, and you don’t research anything but instead follow the rest of the mindless obots around the yard like a bunch of chickens who just had their heads cut off. Evidence points to logical conlusion that Obama is a liar and something is seriously wrong with his supposed “background”. You won’t reply because you can’t come up with a logical reasonable counter point. You have gone off the cliff in your zest to try and prove something that is wrong. You have an “excuse” for everything, but you ignore reality. You think you are smarter than others and arrogantly deride and belittle them when in fact you are the one lacking the ability to face reality and instead you rationalize your position/agenda. Then again you might not even believe your own crap, but be like Jamese777 just a plain liar?
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It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and
then - just to loosen up and be a part of the crowd.
Inevitably, though, one thought led to another and soon I was more than
just a social thinker.
I began to think alone — “to relax,” I told myself — but I knew it wasn’t
true. Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was
thinking all the time.
That was when things began to sour at home. One evening I turned off the TV
and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that night at her mother’s.
I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don’t mix, but I couldn’t help myself.
I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau, Muir,
Confucius, Camus and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied and
confused, asking, “What is it exactly that we are doing here?”
One day the boss called me in. He said, “Listen, I like you, and it hurts me
to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don’t
stop thinking on the job, you’ll have to find another job.”
This gave me a lot to think about. I came home early after my conversation
with the boss. “Honey,” I confessed, “I’ve been thinking...”
“I know you’ve been thinking,” she said, “and I want a divorce!” “But Honey,
surely it’s not that serious.” “It is serious,” she said, her lower lip aquiver.
“You think as much as college professors and college professors don’t make
any money, so if you keep on thinking, we won’t have any money!”
“That’s a fallacious syllogism,” I said impatiently.
She exploded in tears of rage and frustration, but I was in no mood to
deal with the emotional drama.
“I’m going to the library,” I snarled as I stomped out the door.
I headed for the library, in the mood for some John Locke. I roared into
the parking lot with NPR on the radio and ran up to the big glass doors.
They didn’t open. The library was closed.
To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night.
Leaning on the unfeeling glass and whimpering for Emerson, a poster caught
my eye, “Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?” it asked.
You probably recognize that line. It comes from the standard Thinkers
Anonymous poster.
This is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker.
I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video;
last week it was “Porky’s.” Then we share experiences about how we avoided
thinking since the last meeting.
I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just seemed
easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking. I think the road to
recovery is nearly complete for me.
Today I took the final step... I joined the Democratic Party.