You're beautiful, Krellin!
I mean it. I like it you've got attitude.
I'd walk with you a long way, almost to the finishing line. I sure'd rather walk a mile with you than with any middle-class academician high-falutin leftist windbag piping political correctica. Or swing a pint... or why not share a bowl of organic salad? (You like salad, don't you? Why wouldn't you? For political reasons?)
Will there come a day when we will see "rightist" and "leftist" combine?
Perhaps then we could be doing some politics in stead of merely talking.
When we have the uprightness and courage to display and stand for your own feelings and reactions, and at least the WILL to be a man with a responsibility, worthy respect for what he is, and care for what goes on in his immediate presence - a "rightist"
COMBINED
with the knowledge and the ability for systematic study of the "leftist"...
Kind of the challenge to combine heart and mind. Heart without mind is naïve and becomes a danger in the ancient world and a dupe in the modern world (can become a danger now too - Breivik).
Mind without heart, what's that - a dupery even more thorough that goes even to the core of the central nervous system - the robot behaviour that will be the doom of the planet. Compared with this a redneck with a shotgun is a symbol of true humanity and life.
To say something to my own case:
I didn't have Internet until 2009. I never had TV of my own, still don't have car, mobile phone and what not of gear and gadgets for to prop up Yer Decrepitousness,
I don't *want* any of it.
I live in a modern welfare society. Lot's of people around. I like human beings (I suppose it is pretty natural, being one myself, and I like myself pretty good).
But I can tell you it gat lonesome walking the asphalt under the sky seeing the hybrid-robots clad in steel(cars) at least semi-inlogged, heads crackling of info flashing through the global ether, minds living in a media-universe (perhaps webdip at best).
Who's an alien? Me among the infomedia-robots, or them aliens to reality for real?
Word is up against word, and... though I must say after a couple of beers at least, the humanity still usually overpowers the roboticity in most men and it will creep forth that they would rather be on my side of the line... Still, come Monday I'm a Sylent Mynority.
Here I am now after having some health flaws...
And I have a good hope there are a few here who might be of good understanding of what I'm getting at. Orathaic, Greysoni, Octavious... Just to mention a few signatures as I recall from this thread. And Krellin himself might not say no to an invitation to have some organic salad with us, eh? (There'll be organic after-births too) ;D