I'm calling it now: President Trump's mental acuity has diminished to a point where he's unfit to perform the duties of his office. When speaking, he rambles, repeats irrelevant talking points instead of responding to questions, and makes opposing claims one sentence apart. He does not meaningfully engage even softball interviewers. He uses preschool level deflections of blame. He doesn't appear to understand the definition of a Trade Deficit or a Tariff.
Look at this transcript, and tell me during what part of this interview would you consider his performance "sharp" by any metric? Quick excerpt:
KRISTEN WELKER:
When does it become the Trump economy?
PRES. DONALD TRUMP:
It partially is right now. And I really mean this. I think the good parts are the Trump economy and the bad parts are the Biden economy because he’s done a terrible job.
Read MoreI fuck women but still have a porn issue, how do I cut it off cold turkey?
Been trying periods of no-fap at the start of this year, the best I've been able to go is 2 weeks or maybe 3 weeks, there was a point in my teens when I was probably doing it 2-3 times a day -- absolutely horrible for your hormones, motivation, social stamina, and most importantly your brain.
I think I have created that first baseline during my teens, where it is now difficult to cut off wanking the johnson totally, since it has left early imprints. I am far from an incel, just hopped from one plate to another, this new one has a higher libido, but due to our schedules I'm only able to meet up with her 1-2 days per week. The last plate, we'd bang 3-4 days per week.
In the past if I wanted to avoid fapping, I'd exercise a second time in the day, or do cardio, or reading, something to pass the time elsewhere. But recently, I've gotten into the cycle of doing it every day that I don't meet up with a woman. Heck, sometimes with my last plate, I'd do it earlier in the day before meeting her.
I think part of it has to do with old habits, also some sort of cope for my busy life situation, last year has been a neverending cycle of full gas no breaks, literally, I was working 3 jobs, I lost > money in some investments, bad news in the family, unexpected expenses, the list goes on, but that's my cross to carry. I shouldn't have to have unhealthy coping mechanisms.
No mater what I fucking do, I can't cut off this habit fully. And I want to, I genuinely want to not look at porn another day in my life, I know the effects, and I'd rather have a wet dream idgaf. Have y'all done anything or come upon anything that helped you fight off this addiction?
Attempt to answer: On the one hand, I have utilized possible strategies to quit prn, but I also have not installed content sensitive blockers on my devices, and I have not utilized strategies every time I have the urge, I could find other solutions and outlets or hobbies in those moments. I could spend that libido energy cold approaching, I could spend it meditating, anything else, it doesn't always have to be self-sabotage in the form of exercise.
Have you brought this concern to the attention of the folks on the no-fap forum, at all?
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I thought the problem with the money changers was that they had a closed market. The temple only accepted the temple shekel, which was of no use anywhere else because it was actually underweight for the price sold.
Jesus at the Temple
12 Jesus entered the temple courts and drove out all who were buying and selling there. He overturned the tables of the money changers and the benches of those selling doves. 13 “It is written,” he said to them, “‘My house will be called a house of prayer,’[a] but you are making it ‘a den of robbers.’[b]”
14 The blind and the lame came to him at the temple, and he healed them. 15 But when the chief priests and the teachers of the law saw the wonderful things he did and the children shouting in the temple courts, “Hosanna to the Son of David,” they were indignant.
16 “Do you hear what these children are saying?” they asked him.
“Yes,” replied Jesus, “have you never read,
“‘From the lips of children and infants you, Lord, have called forth your praise’[c]?”
17 And he left them and went out of the city to Bethany, where he spent the night.
― The Holy Bible, New International Version (NIV), Matthew 21:12–17
I prefer John 2:13–16 myself simply because there's something hardcore about a priest taking off his belt and proceeding to whip Jewish degenerates. However, this leaves me curious to ask a serious question. Do you understand what usury is and the significance of its connection to the third of the seven deadly sins?
Read MoreCould this LTR issue have been prevented/dealt with through frame?
Went through a breakup recently and have been thinking a lot about it to first and foremost, own my shit, but also recognize deal breakers that cannot be fixed through frame. There was a lot of stuff I could have done better and my frame wasn't perfect, but that isn't the point so I won't go into all that. For brevity, could the following issue have been fixed through stronger frame? Or was it a red flag and I chose right jamming?
Her (25) parents seemed to always try to interject in our finances. I (27) had set the boundary a couple times already. They are definitely helicopter parents and she would go to them for everything instead of me. The thing that ultimately lead to breakup was that I went on a trip with some friends and paid maybe $50-$100 toward a friend's way since he through not his fault has very low funds (I help him out like this maybe once a year if that). When I got back, she tried to tell me I couldn't be generous toward him anymore. I couldn't have that conversation with a friend I have had since I was a child, so I put my foot down, squashed that, she buckled and she dropped it. She then went to the parents for backup, parents backed her up, they put it to an ultimatum to me as in comply or get out, and I peaced out. Maybe I could have tried to talk to them, called their bluff, or told her our finances are our business and not theirs. But at the time I made a value judgement of their family views on it as irreconcilable; money isn't more important than people and I am doing good financially. Felt also that her parents would always try to be invasive/she would run to them. Maybe my bigger question is, can the parents and also a girl not getting off the tit be a deal breaker? What would you guys have done? Thanks in advance.
To answer my own question: Should have put the foot down and told her that my finances are no business of the parents. Continued to maintain frame regarding parents.
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This reads like the girls family comes from a third world or post-Soviet society culture, regardless frame wouldn't have helped with this girl. You simply didn't have the confidence and experience needed to understand that this girl requires that in order for a man to be involved with her, they must also be willing to secure her parents approval. As this is of no interest to you, you shouldn't have let the relationship advance any further the first time you encountered this particular phenomena of her culture and simply moved on to someone else.
Read MoreToo many schools expect little boys to behave like little girls, and try to force it, instead of giving healthy outlets for aggression, etc.
VERY MUCH this. I sensed, without yet being able to understand much less adapt to in a healthy way, that school was largely about warehousing kids out of "the way" and rewarded compliance and conformity toward mundane mediocrity over all else.
One of my favorite recess toys was the hand size red rubber ball, and I remember signing up for it almost 2 weeks in advance for one recess period. The day finally came, and quickly some bully kid took it from me and punted it across the playground. I ran after it, and the kids who had caught it and were looking around with Whose ball? expressions, saw it was "Mentie's" and kicked it as hard as they could away from me. I ended up running back and forth across the playground literally driven to tears, which only reinforced the asshole kids, while the teachers tasked with monitoring the playground watched and did ABSOLUTE FUCK ALL about it, giving off a vibe it was my problem and even somehow my fault. The correct thing to have done in retrospect, was to PUNCH the second kid who thought it was funny and OK to kick it away from me deliberately, but no, that would make ME the sole bad guy in the school's eyes.
My Dad tried to take me to Aikido classes, but not only was I more interested in spazzily running around the padded gym they were held in, I angered the teacher with a disrespectful remark so they just stopped taking me. (I later took up Aikido in my late 40s and got very adept at it. The Sensei KNEW that instructor I angered all those decades before, too.) So, I never learned any fighting skills, nor got "permission" to use such if I did. On top of this, my metabolism made me tall but stick-thin. My arms and legs were unthreateningly bony, and well into my 40s I could eat limitless calories and not gain an ounce.
The bullies who were allowed to flourish without school intervention; some went on to die in motorcycle crashes while high school age, one notoriously got a life sentence after murdering his GF around age 22. Lots of the rest, made their way into the business world where their aggression and lack of ethics and empathy got rewarded by better pay and faster promotions, because that's what our Capitalist system tends to incentivize.
I ended up going into the trades despite my "intellectual prowess." Took decades before TRP to slowly grasp and fumble my way out of Blue Pill programming. I eventually started my own business and was able to live and work my principles, finding success if not ruthlessly gained FU money. Most of my peers in the industry seem cut from the same cloth as the school bullies of my youth, and they almost all jumped right on board the Bush 1, Bush 2, and now Trump trains, and like the bullies of my youth, single me out as an "other" to ruthlessly attack and bully as an avatar of their imagined "Liberal enemies." Someone brought up during a recent convo (I'm still involved in the community despite Covid lockdowns bankrupting my business) "How many other businesses do you see the customers writing glowing reviews and missing them years after they shut down?"
Read More@Typo-MAGAshiv It was something that may have been done once or twice as a funny TikTok post, but then got picked up, amplified, and assigned a place in The Culture Wars as a rallying point around "What The Libs are turning America into."
Thus, "The kids all eating Tide Pods" got woven into partisan screeds as empty mental calorie filler, just like "The Millennials and their avocado toast."
I got kicked out of QUEST within the first few weeks of 6th grade due to behavior problems.
I was spazzy and unfocused too, which annoyed my teacher but didn't get me kicked out.
I WAS given a diagnosis of "Hyperactive" as they called it then, and discovered in my 20s helping my parents clear out the garage, reams of old wet-process photocopies showing that I was in the initial UCLA clinical trials of giving Ritalin to hyperactive kids. My Mom told me it did actually help calm me down at home; instead of buzzing around the backyard, on Ritalin I would actually stop and look at/focus on individual things. It didn't help me much in school though, so my parents stopped getting it for me before 4th grade.
Largely, my school behavioral problems came down to constantly feeling BORED to tears with the pace of teaching to the class at large. That, plus moving in 2nd grade to a new school where the shithead kids picked up on my weak social skills and relentlessly bullied me, and a 2nd grade teacher who in retrospect was a party THOT who'd take her hangover bitchiness out on the class and focused a lot of this and other life resentments and shortcomings on ME. That made me feel DONE with school at a young age, a feeling which I never fully "grew out" of. That teacher incidentally was not offered to return for the next school year. Some years later, my Mom signed up for a cooking class at the adult school, and walked right out when SHE turned out to be the teacher!
I'd passive-aggressively not do my class work, so this teacher would send me to the office, where I had to sit in the presence of the bitchy old authoritarian biddy school secretary, with the sound of ditto machines in the back going "Ka-chunk! Ka-chunk!" endlessly. I wasn't any more interested in what I found stupid and mundane classwork in the buzzing fluorescent fixture environment of the school office. Early on, the bell rang and I stood up and said, "Well looks like it's time to head for recess." That old cunt secretary said in her bitchy-best authoritarian tone, "It looks like it's time for you to SIT BACK DOWN AND DO YOUR WORK!" I can trace my hatred of authority and fully checking out of giving a shit about school directly back to that moment.
My Dad worked a lot of 60-80 hour weeks in defense contracting, and my well-meaning Boomer Mom raised me as a Blue Pill AF "nice guy". Lots of bullshit platitudes like "The kids just bully you because they're JEALOUS" and "You need to just MAKE FRIENDS with your bullies." No, these kids were motherfucking borderline retarded which I recognized even at that age, and playing out the dysfunctional behaviors of their shitty first-wave-of-easy-divorce parents. Later, the well meaning shitty advice turned to "Just smile at girls, let them make the first move because (long overcomplicated rubric of they are the ones who get pregnant...)" Cue decades of simping to and coddling girls to watch every last one of them glom on to coldhearted aggressive asshole behaving guys diametrically opposed to the values she instilled into me. I was raised well, for a world that had already disappeared forever before I was born into it.
Read MoreI was in a talented and gifted program in elementary school
Same. They called it "Academically Talented." The bulk of the student body rallied to bully kids in the program as accidentally talented.
The late 70s version I was in, was kind of a joke in retrospect. They got us "smartest" kids together in one room... and offered NOTHING special, other than a different class in which to do mundane learning tasks. No higher concepts, no better theories or ideas. After 7th grade the program seemed to peter out, probably sequelae of California's Prop 13 property tax reform, after which school budgets were cut so tightly that writing paper, pencils, and kleenex were literally kept under lock and key as even my relatively affluent school district faced the prospect of needing what they had of these to last the rest of the calendar year.
A lot of the kids in the program honestly weren't that bright. The district had its own TV studio, and we had the opportunity to produce our own program. I wrote a couple of (admittedly shitty) unique scripts, which the class rejected. Instead, the majority ran with remaking an episode of the TV sitcom "Eight is Enough," unanimously driven by the girls in the program who were just as mundanely superficial, chatty, and catty as the girls in the student body at large.
At the shitty 5 year class reunion, held when everyone was a broke-ass 23yo, one of the genuinely bright kids from the program was in Medical School on track to become a Doctor. It was funny the way girls MOBBED him the whole time, despite him looking a ragged 43, balding and bad skin, no doubt from the rigors of premed work.
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