hiver
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You may think im too hasrh on ol` VD here, and that my words are too uncouth, you may even feel pity as you pass by, dazzled by the avatar of the old sad german nazi general, holding a glass of cheap port, somewhere in exile in argentina, blathering about good old glory days and dressing up in old uniform for anniversaries, the old cooky grandad you may think, soggy ol bastard, mummbling away.
But nay, it is all a glamour, of poor old victim, trying his best just to have a... a conversation, a bit of exchange of notions or thoughts and getting hard curse words in return.
While happily signing orders, and lauded reviews, without a blink or tremor.
Not that each of them werent true and appropriately (although minimally) reflecting what he is saying, but
I should do better, for myself primarily,
And play more to my disdain and humorous wit, then blathering him so dastardly, yet deservedly,
to better honor those that came before me,
lest i stay too long on his level
and honor unworthy,
some may think
It is not his love of the game, or his merry enjoyment in whatever filth he may deign to swallow,
that i object to so much,
but the very shape of those thoughts, seeking to proclaim such proclivities heavenly,
by cascading down and ever down
the Escher staircase,
telling me that
all directions are absolutely relative.
haha!
heh, that was fun, but really, i dont care that he likes the game, or how much he enjoyed it, im actually fine with everyone that played the game and found something interesting in it.
Actually. I found several parts that i thought were ok. I mean, considering.
I dont like people telling me and everyone else that the game is actually, really good. And then going down these always fucking the same processes of denial by the list, consisting of inventing various declaratory statements that cannot be really maintained objectively, then trying to excuse them by even more proclamations without any support of those statements either, then turning to strawmaning ad hominems, then playing victims in the end.
But nay, it is all a glamour, of poor old victim, trying his best just to have a... a conversation, a bit of exchange of notions or thoughts and getting hard curse words in return.
While happily signing orders, and lauded reviews, without a blink or tremor.
Not that each of them werent true and appropriately (although minimally) reflecting what he is saying, but
I should do better, for myself primarily,
And play more to my disdain and humorous wit, then blathering him so dastardly, yet deservedly,
to better honor those that came before me,
lest i stay too long on his level
and honor unworthy,
some may think
It is not his love of the game, or his merry enjoyment in whatever filth he may deign to swallow,
that i object to so much,
but the very shape of those thoughts, seeking to proclaim such proclivities heavenly,
by cascading down and ever down
the Escher staircase,
telling me that
all directions are absolutely relative.
haha!
heh, that was fun, but really, i dont care that he likes the game, or how much he enjoyed it, im actually fine with everyone that played the game and found something interesting in it.
Actually. I found several parts that i thought were ok. I mean, considering.
I dont like people telling me and everyone else that the game is actually, really good. And then going down these always fucking the same processes of denial by the list, consisting of inventing various declaratory statements that cannot be really maintained objectively, then trying to excuse them by even more proclamations without any support of those statements either, then turning to strawmaning ad hominems, then playing victims in the end.
