Question Insanity: What to Ask Progressives
BY OLEG ATBASHIAN / DECEMBER 27, 2010
The two women who showed up early for my book signing at a small bookstore in Houston, TX, never even bothered to open my book. Wearing knowing smiles, they engaged me in a bizarre discussion that wound up leaping all around the known and unknown universe. They hadn't the slightest curiosity about my ideas as an ex-Soviet immigrant in America, or what I had to say about my experience working inside the two ideologically opposed systems. As it turned out, they had spotted my flyer in the store window the day before, and the book's title -- Shakedown Socialism -- had enraged them so much that they decided to return the following day and give me a piece of their collective mind.
Their act almost made me feel as if I were back in the USSR, where the harassment of people with my opinions was the norm. The shorter, pudgier woman was the soloist bully, while her skinnier, older comrade provided backup vocals and noise effects. The duo's repertoire was an eclectic collection of unoriginal talking points, each branded with an almost legible label: NPR, Air America, MSNBC, and so on. Not only were those mental fragments mismatched in key and rhythm; the very existence of harmony seemed an unfamiliar concept to them. But compared to the hard-core screaming I used to hear from card-carrying Soviet bullies, this was almost elevator music. If I had survived the original cast, I could certainly handle a watered-down remake.
Framed on their terms, the debate zigzagged from the evils of unbridled capitalism to global warming to Bush's wars for oil to Sarah Palin's stupidity. Since my opponents wouldn't give me a chance to respond, I soon became bored and tried to entertain myself by redirecting the flow of mental detritus against itself in a way that would cause its own annihilation. I did that by asking questions.
I remembered an old trick invented in the fifth century B.C. by Socrates. Instead of telling people what he thought was true, Socrates asked seemingly simple questions that put his opponents on the path of finding the truth for themselves. Seeking genuine knowledge rather than mere victory in an argument, Socrates used his questions to cross-examine the hypotheses, assumptions, and axioms that subconsciously shaped the opinions of his opponents, drawing out the contradictions and inconsistencies they relied on.
As the two women faced my questions, their knowing smiles turned to scowls. Sometimes they would backtrack and correct their previous statements; sometimes, they would angrily storm out of the room in the manner of Joy Behar and Whoopi Goldberg on The View with Bill O'Reilly. After a while they would return with more talking points, and then they had to answer another logical question. My friends who witnessed the scene told me later they saw the shorter bully beginning to foam at the mouth.
Some heads contain an enormous number of facts that never bind with one another to form a fertile soil from which original ideas will grow. Each piece of information exists independently from the others, all of them continuously shifting and rolling around like grains of sand, forming ephemeral dunes in the lifeless deserts of their minds. The "open-minded" owners of such heads like to open their minds in the company of peers and admire each other's fanciful sandy mindscapes. Every new whiff of wind or shaking of the head tosses the sand in more quirky patterns, forming new whimsical outlines. As previously covered facts are exposed and facts once exposed are concealed, a semblance of new ideas will emerge without any true change in content.
My comments;
I think those two that were blasting Oleg was Twurdlow and Nik Nak in drag
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Gitzo wrote:
Question Insanity: What to Ask Progressives
BY OLEG ATBASHIAN / DECEMBER 27, 2010
The two women who showed up early for my book signing at a small bookstore in Houston, TX, never even bothered to open my book. Wearing knowing smiles, they engaged me in a bizarre discussion that wound up leaping all around the known and unknown universe. They hadn't the slightest curiosity about my ideas as an ex-Soviet immigrant in America, or what I had to say about my experience working inside the two ideologically opposed systems. As it turned out, they had spotted my flyer in the store window the day before, and the book's title -- Shakedown Socialism -- had enraged them so much that they decided to return the following day and give me a piece of their collective mind.
Their act almost made me feel as if I were back in the USSR, where the harassment of people with my opinions was the norm. The shorter, pudgier woman was the soloist bully, while her skinnier, older comrade provided backup vocals and noise effects. The duo's repertoire was an eclectic collection of unoriginal talking points, each branded with an almost legible label: NPR, Air America, MSNBC, and so on. Not only were those mental fragments mismatched in key and rhythm; the very existence of harmony seemed an unfamiliar concept to them. But compared to the hard-core screaming I used to hear from card-carrying Soviet bullies, this was almost elevator music. If I had survived the original cast, I could certainly handle a watered-down remake.
Framed on their terms, the debate zigzagged from the evils of unbridled capitalism to global warming to Bush's wars for oil to Sarah Palin's stupidity. Since my opponents wouldn't give me a chance to respond, I soon became bored and tried to entertain myself by redirecting the flow of mental detritus against itself in a way that would cause its own annihilation. I did that by asking questions.
I remembered an old trick invented in the fifth century B.C. by Socrates. Instead of telling people what he thought was true, Socrates asked seemingly simple questions that put his opponents on the path of finding the truth for themselves. Seeking genuine knowledge rather than mere victory in an argument, Socrates used his questions to cross-examine the hypotheses, assumptions, and axioms that subconsciously shaped the opinions of his opponents, drawing out the contradictions and inconsistencies they relied on.
As the two women faced my questions, their knowing smiles turned to scowls. Sometimes they would backtrack and correct their previous statements; sometimes, they would angrily storm out of the room in the manner of Joy Behar and Whoopi Goldberg on The View with Bill O'Reilly. After a while they would return with more talking points, and then they had to answer another logical question. My friends who witnessed the scene told me later they saw the shorter bully beginning to foam at the mouth.
Some heads contain an enormous number of facts that never bind with one another to form a fertile soil from which original ideas will grow. Each piece of information exists independently from the others, all of them continuously shifting and rolling around like grains of sand, forming ephemeral dunes in the lifeless deserts of their minds. The "open-minded" owners of such heads like to open their minds in the company of peers and admire each other's fanciful sandy mindscapes. Every new whiff of wind or shaking of the head tosses the sand in more quirky patterns, forming new whimsical outlines. As previously covered facts are exposed and facts once exposed are concealed, a semblance of new ideas will emerge without any true change in content.
My comments;
I think those two that were blasting Oleg was Twurdlow and Nik Nak in drag
.
Question Insanity: What to Ask Progressives br br... (
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Don't forget to throw thom w in the mix. He cannot keep a three word sentence straight.
Gitzo wrote:
Question Insanity: What to Ask Progressives
BY OLEG ATBASHIAN / DECEMBER 27, 2010
The two women who showed up early for my book signing at a small bookstore in Houston, TX, never even bothered to open my book. Wearing knowing smiles, they engaged me in a bizarre discussion that wound up leaping all around the known and unknown universe. They hadn't the slightest curiosity about my ideas as an ex-Soviet immigrant in America, or what I had to say about my experience working inside the two ideologically opposed systems. As it turned out, they had spotted my flyer in the store window the day before, and the book's title -- Shakedown Socialism -- had enraged them so much that they decided to return the following day and give me a piece of their collective mind.
Their act almost made me feel as if I were back in the USSR, where the harassment of people with my opinions was the norm. The shorter, pudgier woman was the soloist bully, while her skinnier, older comrade provided backup vocals and noise effects. The duo's repertoire was an eclectic collection of unoriginal talking points, each branded with an almost legible label: NPR, Air America, MSNBC, and so on. Not only were those mental fragments mismatched in key and rhythm; the very existence of harmony seemed an unfamiliar concept to them. But compared to the hard-core screaming I used to hear from card-carrying Soviet bullies, this was almost elevator music. If I had survived the original cast, I could certainly handle a watered-down remake.
Framed on their terms, the debate zigzagged from the evils of unbridled capitalism to global warming to Bush's wars for oil to Sarah Palin's stupidity. Since my opponents wouldn't give me a chance to respond, I soon became bored and tried to entertain myself by redirecting the flow of mental detritus against itself in a way that would cause its own annihilation. I did that by asking questions.
I remembered an old trick invented in the fifth century B.C. by Socrates. Instead of telling people what he thought was true, Socrates asked seemingly simple questions that put his opponents on the path of finding the truth for themselves. Seeking genuine knowledge rather than mere victory in an argument, Socrates used his questions to cross-examine the hypotheses, assumptions, and axioms that subconsciously shaped the opinions of his opponents, drawing out the contradictions and inconsistencies they relied on.
As the two women faced my questions, their knowing smiles turned to scowls. Sometimes they would backtrack and correct their previous statements; sometimes, they would angrily storm out of the room in the manner of Joy Behar and Whoopi Goldberg on The View with Bill O'Reilly. After a while they would return with more talking points, and then they had to answer another logical question. My friends who witnessed the scene told me later they saw the shorter bully beginning to foam at the mouth.
Some heads contain an enormous number of facts that never bind with one another to form a fertile soil from which original ideas will grow. Each piece of information exists independently from the others, all of them continuously shifting and rolling around like grains of sand, forming ephemeral dunes in the lifeless deserts of their minds. The "open-minded" owners of such heads like to open their minds in the company of peers and admire each other's fanciful sandy mindscapes. Every new whiff of wind or shaking of the head tosses the sand in more quirky patterns, forming new whimsical outlines. As previously covered facts are exposed and facts once exposed are concealed, a semblance of new ideas will emerge without any true change in content.
My comments;
I think those two that were blasting Oleg was Twurdlow and Nik Nak in drag
.
Question Insanity: What to Ask Progressives br br... (
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ROTFLMAO!!!! Nailed those two slimeballs.
ken hubert wrote:
ROTFLMAO!!!! Nailed those two slimeballs.
Another Me Too!!," "Me Too!!!" post on your part.
How consistent.
Twardlow wrote:
Another Me Too!!," "Me Too!!!" post on your part.
How consistent.
Everything to you is worthless and silly unless you deem it otherwise. You are right and everybody else is wrong. That about it turd head?
Twardlow wrote:
Another Me Too!!," "Me Too!!!" post on your part.
How consistent.
You only rate bargain basement material. :-D
My comments;
I think those two who were blasting Oleg WERE Twurdlow and Nik Nak in drag
Quote; "This is a rather silly piece. I wouldn't bother to discuss things with this guy". Unquote
Twurdlow...................I've asked you 500 times now why you keep reading my "silly pieces" and you never have have answered me! I've asked you if you're queer and you never have answered me! You certainly do seem to be addicted to reading the things that I post for some reason.........why is that, Twurdlow? Why do libturd simpletons always stick you pointy little noses into places where they're not welcome? Can you answer that, Twurdlow, hmmmmmm? have you ever noticed that I never show up on any threads that YOU post? Or do you even post anything, hmmmm?
I have a fabulous idea for you Twurdlow........since you are obviously addicted to reading "silly stuff" as you put it, why don't you get several hundred gallons of red paint and one of those nice little battery-operated spray guns and drive down
by the nearest railroad track, and every time a train goes by, you could spray over all of that us-sightly grafitti that normal people find so "offensive"? You could probably even get a "good citizen's award"! Wouldn't that be nice, Twurdlow? Having people call you a "good citizen" instead of a "mindless simpleton" and an "obnoxious troll" all the time?
Oh, BTW, Twurdlow, thank you ever so much for correcting my grammar! I certainly don't want to be subjecting such a sensitive simpleton such as you to any incorrect grammar! BTW, Twurdlow.......do you like "old adages"? I have one that I think explains you to a "T"! It goes like this........"Fools names, like their faces, always appear in public places".
Btw, you mean "those two WERE," not 'was..'
Gitzo wrote:
My comments;
I think those two who were blasting Oleg WERE Twurdlow and Nik Nak in drag
Quote; "This is a rather silly piece. I wouldn't bother to discuss things with this guy". Unquote
Twurdlow...................I've asked you 500 times now why you keep reading my "silly pieces" and you never have have answered me! I've asked you if you're queer and you never have answered me! You certainly do seem to be addicted to reading the things that I post for some reason.........why is that, Twurdlow? Why do libturd simpletons always stick you pointy little noses into places where they're not welcome? Can you answer that, Twurdlow, hmmmmmm? have you ever noticed that I never show up on any threads that YOU post? Or do you even post anything, hmmmm?
I have a fabulous idea for you Twurdlow........since you are obviously addicted to reading "silly stuff" as you put it, why don't you get several hundred gallons of red paint and one of those nice little battery-operated spray guns and drive down
by the nearest railroad track, and every time a train goes by, you could spray over all of that us-sightly grafitti that normal people find so "offensive"? You could probably even get a "good citizen's award"! Wouldn't that be nice, Twurdlow? Having people call you a "good citizen" instead of a "mindless simpleton" and an "obnoxious troll" all the time?
Oh, BTW, Twurdlow, thank you ever so much for correcting my grammar! I certainly don't want to be subjecting such a sensitive simpleton such as you to any incorrect grammar! BTW, Twurdlow.......do you like "old adages"? I have one that I think explains you to a "T"! It goes like this........"Fools names, like their faces, always appear in public places".
Btw, you mean "those two WERE," not 'was..'
My comments; br I think those two who were blastin... (
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That is priceless!
SBW wrote:
Everything to you is worthless and silly unless you deem it otherwise. You are right and everybody else is wrong. That about it turd head?
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NeilL
Loc: British-born Canadian
Gitzo wrote:
My comments;
I think those two who were blasting Oleg WERE Twurdlow and Nik Nak in drag
Quote; "This is a rather silly piece. I wouldn't bother to discuss things with this guy". Unquote
Twurdlow...................I've asked you 500 times now why you keep reading my "silly pieces" and you never have have answered me! I've asked you if you're queer and you never have answered me! You certainly do seem to be addicted to reading the things that I post for some reason.........why is that, Twurdlow? Why do libturd simpletons always stick you pointy little noses into places where they're not welcome? Can you answer that, Twurdlow, hmmmmmm? have you ever noticed that I never show up on any threads that YOU post? Or do you even post anything, hmmmm?
I have a fabulous idea for you Twurdlow........since you are obviously addicted to reading "silly stuff" as you put it, why don't you get several hundred gallons of red paint and one of those nice little battery-operated spray guns and drive down
by the nearest railroad track, and every time a train goes by, you could spray over all of that us-sightly grafitti that normal people find so "offensive"? You could probably even get a "good citizen's award"! Wouldn't that be nice, Twurdlow? Having people call you a "good citizen" instead of a "mindless simpleton" and an "obnoxious troll" all the time?
Oh, BTW, Twurdlow, thank you ever so much for correcting my grammar! I certainly don't want to be subjecting such a sensitive simpleton such as you to any incorrect grammar! BTW, Twurdlow.......do you like "old adages"? I have one that I think explains you to a "T"! It goes like this........"Fools names, like their faces, always appear in public places".
Btw, you mean "those two WERE," not 'was..'
My comments; br I think those two who were blastin... (
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You just hit a home run. Now that mental midget is even smaller.
NeilL wrote:
You just hit a home run. Now that mental midget is even smaller.
Thank you, Neil!
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