/\/\4t3j napisal/-a:A vidva sta normalna?
Za mavricijo ne vem. Vem pa, da midva nisva.
g00fy_qa napisal/-a:... mi ni všeč njegovo stalno zagovarjanje 'nič mesa pa bomo vsi srečni'. Čeprav je verjetno to res, če gledaš na domino efekt, ki bi ga 'nič mesa' ideja prinesla, je po mojem povsem neizvedljivo in nekako dvomim, da je bi bil to point Jezusovega delovanja.
mavricijaa napisal/-a:Krščanstvo se je razvilo iz judovstva. Seveda je bilo na začetku manjše, potem pa se je širilo. Tako da ni staro le 2000 let.
mavricijaa napisal/-a:Zgodovinar lahko razume sveto pismo le kot zgodovinski dokument, ne more pa razumeti smisla napisanega.
frigga napisal/-a:Boris napisal/-a:Če pogledava npr. Toporišiča in njegov SSKJ - po eni strani vse pohvale za trud, po drugi strani pa - preveč poenostavljeno za mnogo! izrazov.
/OT/ Toporišič nima nič skupnega s SSKJ. /Konec OT/
Boris napisal/-a:Zakaj bi nekomu verjel, nekomu pa ne, zgolj zaradi tega, ker se prvi sklicuje na starejše potencialno izmišljene zapise, drugi pa na malo mlajše potencialno izmišljene zapise, če pa so oboji zelo natančno in previdno spisani? Ne zaupam nikomur glede tega. Vlaku še najbolj zaupam, da ne bo iztiril, čemu drugemu pa ne kaj preveč.
"Zgodovino pišejo zmagovalci." S.P. je zgodovinska knjiga. In zakaj bi nekdo, ki govori o pravičnosti in miru in o tem, kako je treba biti iskren, tudi lahko lagal (to se nanaša na to, zakaj bi lahko pisatelji S.P. nalašč lagali v knjigi)? Ker je vendar toliko inteligenten, da ve, da ti potem naivni ljudje bolj verjamejo in da lahko uresničiš svoje zamisli in furaš naprej s svojo manipulacijo (pa četudi so cilji pozitivno naravnani). Nič lažjega. Za take ljudi je "cilj opravičuje sredstvo" moto življenja. Če z lažjo dosežejo nekaj za njih pomembnega, bodo tako lagali, da ne bo "nihče" mogel odkriti, da lažejo. Poznam takega človeka.
In every game and con there is always an opponent and there is always a victim. The trick is to know when you're the latter, so you can become the former.
It's very simple. You do all the hard work, I just help you along. The art is for me to feed pieces to you and make you believe you took those pieces, because you are smarter and I am dumber. In every game and con there is always an opponent and there is always a victim. The more control the victim thinks he has, the less control he actually has. Gradually he will hang himself. I, as the opponent, just help him along.
The formula has infinite depth in its efficacy and application, but it is staggeringly simple and completely consistent.
Rule one of any game or con: You can only get smarter by playing a smarter opponent.
Rule number two. The more sophisticated the game, the more sophisticated the opponent.
If the opponent is very good, he will place his victim inside an environment he can control. The bigger the environment, the easier the control. Toss the dog a bone, find their weakness, and give them just a little of what they think they want.
So the opponent simply distracts their victim by getting them consumed with their own consumption. The word "snake" springs to mind. Don't knock it. You only get smarter by playing a snake.
The bigger the trick and older the trick, the easier it is to pull. Based on two principles. They think it can't be that old and they think it can't be that big, for so many people to have fallen for it. Eventually, when the opponent is challenged or questioned, it means the victim's investment and thus his intelligence is questioned. No-one can accept that, not even to themselves.
There is something about yourself that you don't know. Something that you will deny even exists, until it's too late to do anything about it. It's the only reason you get up in the morning. The only reason you suffer the shitty puss, the blood, the sweat and the tears. This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever you really are. Fear or revere me, but please, think I'm special. We share an addiction. We're approval junkies. We're all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch. The hip-hip-hoo-fuckin' rah. Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy. Shine on you crazy diamond, because we're just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others.