One of the most exciting paths in our media circus opens up, if a thing from one side is constantly applied impulsive on the wall, can not be discussed critically on the other hand.
The thing is through, to forget, no longer an issue, Swallowed, no longer relevant, no matter pointless, even more touching. Progressively while you are one yourself day by day, without ceasing, under the nose, rubbed shit dirt adhesion and systematically face is ( read more ...)
On the occasion of the Vorartikel " Feminasmus: cone Stump Fichter Gender swamp "described history arises, again inspired by the Nachgespräch with two experienced live set gentlemen, another question or doctrine.
Because one of the two, which in turn have clashed despite his otherwise very sunny mind with the intransigent Lady, not to save against his credible assured habit of clear words had occasion, stated that he knew a lot (especially upstart) people who are no longer even further entertained two sentences long with characters like those Genderistin after Nullkommabeinahenix.
I replied that I probably understand, could hardly condemn that but I, again and again, though not always, choose a different path, by I, up to a certain point, just quite talking to people whose confusion or so similarly striking. After all, how else would they ever be brought to heel? (more ...)
Last night I met for the Urlaubsendabsacker in an original Stuttgart specialists pub still on a somewhat corpulent, but quite distinctive her mid-thirties, of mightily impressed painter, fully by studying, thereby permanently solubilizing gender saddle pad out of a picture book of recent spiritual lift of.
Immediately I learned because that male thinking exists only in "Faster, higher, further", while women always were thinking to the whole and constructive, workable solutions.
So far nothing special under our new AD 2012 rather anverdunkelten sun.
By now but I afterward inquired as to where all the important male artists had come here, I was related to my ignorance and hastily disposed of straight ahead. Twenty percent of the men, it was proved biologically reasonable doubt had a female brain, and for this fifth were recruited anyone who approaches, brought something sensible and entail. Crystal clear. What else.
On my next laughter towards reacted the proud diva, who had previously treated me because of my talk show insubordination quite rude, with one or the other vulgarism, not a stupid man want to like me talk clearly doing what here but nothing substantial to thing does.
Who only, as only has this pitiful creature knotted such nonsense in their convolutions? (By the way you meant it, ten percent of the women had a male ticking head Kastl. Unfortunately, we were not to discuss the implications of such a deplorable state. I suspect that they, therefore, classified all women who dare you to disagree openly.) ( read more ...)
I have always thought the effect on the invectives of reader bookmarks, that the whole philosophy a kind of luxury from the abdomen is filled, while belief in God hinwiederum would not only stop the saturated and direction, but rather that which, in an actual emergency
For me personally, at least I must point deutlichst this approach; Although I was never close to starvation, the nuns so much after my serious accident eight years to the effect struggled because I sipped her pig feeding bucket just yet; what helped me, but there was no belief in God, but early childhood philosophy.
This formed simply so on, that I despair, a psychiatrist, even after the physical drill collar seizure awareness and clinical miscarriage and Undernourished unit in a condition of building food would urgently have needed thereat eventually could be ausrastend, supplied the last antics of intellectual Zwangsumnachtung, alswelche possibility was very made clear to me, I did not 'good', or build me a mindset that these nonsensical monsters such restrained yet so effective is how I the malicious cruelty to survive somehow put myself in the situation.
I wish none believers have heard the maw associated cynical ventriloquist laughter that were alone in his chattering way, and if it had me again hurt badly, sounded, because God was so clearly nowhere, and least of all in those who him constantly in led mouth, as he may be the only to have to have to endure.
It went so far that I sometimes even a certain sympathy towards those believers developed, which were always willing to take me beyond all unnecessary pain, which they inflict no little befleißigten me, since I saw that it was obvious this pitiful good and just adults just do not know better.
I cherished however, almost entirely helpless, delivered when I was there, also a lot of anger, of practical reason almost always pressed back into me, over these reflectionless contemporaries and those due to the cemented power relations did not dare to make against them is.
No: philosophy gives birth is not only out of boredom and the lamb filet full belly. You can also severely injured, the Flüssigschlunz from the interaction of Cooked leftovers bucket chance, finally ertragend stoically, buy.
MY approach to philosophy in any case was opened where it was coming from outside the joys no; if you will: in hell.
Unspeakably much foolish talk; also forced prayer in the evening (morning at five first the stupid thermometer in the ass), which I attended, not to stir up the godly Furies to other crimes against me: Yes, I was at a tender age to secret philosophers.
I had, soon got pointed that insofar as I the thing, though disfigured and will cripple than half survive, who would see not to put me in a madhouse children is justified by a mine indiscretion; and since I was not yet tired of life yet, I decided to undergo the mad bustle about me to look a little longer my world. After all, I knew that it was something else, put it that life could later have ready also different for me because fearful bigotry, just loose, einvermischtes in brutality, hollow Mitleidensgeschwätz of, I would have laughed to ridiculous, perverse sort ,
Mir is becoming increasingly clear that I saw it all even then. I possessed no more difficult not only more than the word and thus structured thoughts, explain this to me how to do it today.
You have much time to think when you immobilize spends two weeks in a plaster bed and gets to instilled a Wolverine, along with good bad words that you angehungerte a healthy rat should still drifting with lashes to annex such a Endabranz.
No, dear Bookmarks: The philosophy bears out not only from the happy full belly, the exuberance, the abundances.
That may well be, as indeed, what the religion is concerned, when the priest money and power smells and tastes, and not infrequently. A generally suitable paradigm but this is definitely not. (more ...)
In some twenty feet away I perceive the lummeligste man tent that I have ever seen, worein up night will again squeeze three Göllersche stretching today, every inch, ceiling and space, einsardint to fight.
Something behind just three Sächsinnen are angerückt with three cars, three stately homes and three certainly serve well geratenen and well-mannered young children: a large, modern patchwork family?
Meanwhile outbid by yonder the disposable grill fitted carefully, mine mutually in the other eating away of bread and salami, the respective indignation storms whether the fraternal recklessness, roam the Hag at the Bautzen Reservoir, Because the old 'under Dächle sitting at Reiserechnerle, defiant, despite a cool breeze in the short Hos', about musing whether he proved the evil text from earlier, although it necessarily, but perhaps too little tolerated, that philosophy did not have to originate the full belly, that a certain god to his brother, or age ego, namely the devil, sent belonged.
The text is good, and it is a pity to withhold something from rational grounds. But since I abrahamitisch creditors now possess concerning the Zartbesaitetheit some experience, know how little they are able to bear it if you called their God than what he is, he will probably first put into the treasure chest to slumber there, he to that one day time break.
Whenever I come to the conclusion that a good text (in the minority but me will keep him for it) jetzo was Baldo or rather not to publish, I'm going a bit melancholic. It's like as if you were his child playing in the street forbid, because there just hanging around far too much trash. (more ...)
The weather gods played until the final discussion among my involvement with wonderful, because he still sent a warning greeting in the form of a heavy downpour: the concept went on along the fortune favors the bold.
So even had the brigadier, who had dared to military defense values in the cave of the Neustadt left lion, the barn - he was not pelted with eggs - not even a mocking Transparent disciples endure the scene.
The spectrum of events was remarkable. Even better, I saw not a single Kravattenträger. It was a total happy, but in the sense of things also quite serious; just not up to the rope around his neck.
Of gender on General to Goeller:. In the sense of the diversity of perspectives tangible as the unpretentious, loving organization a groundbreaking debut (more ...)
Since the next day to Sunday largely the philosophy festival "figures of thought" in Dresden (see note above right) will include, afterwards some time the family, followed by a single clearance of one week to follow in secret places, wants the reader will please not assume that MWG had drowned in the same or a sewer, or in a common inn, where he this page to the 18th / 19th only comparatively sporadic care looks.
I do not know how far I will always stay near network-capable electric boxes, such equipment ever want to use, provide the Datenfresserchen with fuel.
Should I, however, find in the Giant Mountains tracks from Rubezahl or even meet him in person, or less of nastiness inclined towards friendly elves, meet a whimsical Fährmanne, the already ferried half a dozen trolls at a time, find a greenish healing stone, look special bird flight sign under tinkers advised who truly mended not only boiler in life to track down an enchanted castle fortune, as Ralf, the dwarf, helped me after I taught him a few words of English, or a dragon baby relish eating up the sausage in front of the tents me, me Grim Wind kidnap the pants with roaring, singing, firmly in the stranger hold your shirt, or sit a Peeping Thor with stalk Wi Hammer oblique along the way, talk a Ästelein it, "Mack 'me nich' crack!", I have a cook that for me have the hemlock swapped with the wild carrot, survives a fever, it lectured with truly remarkable spirits, so of course I will wear this kind of experience in the breast, here it to do in March. (more ...)
Also it has brought to light the Drachentalerin: Smartphones are knee Flinger.
We need again the "fabulierenden storytelling".
The sometimes expansive clarity, continuation of the image in his head.
Especially for our children, but not only.
Certainly also a certain loquacity of the kind that always keeps its thread to add all the side stories to the whole white.
Can only an old, but still spry little woman, the wedge of apple in the bowl in her lap, Schälmesserchen in the nodular rights over their blue and white apron, back the slightly thinning hair in the frost on the wooden bench on the raw tables, the only one earthen pitcher water sheet, carving for carving, the cheerful Klaus and his naughty cousin, those süßmosts, the peasant bread not gently, tell a story about the other strange story, of how it was when dragons and dragon slayers and wondrous monster yet in this world of real heroes were defeated, and not only in thought before any screens, where, how Grandma has long since mitgekriegt, nor the lummeligste hero all the time again gets a new meaningless life, while in the times of the real heroes with real forged by real Meisterschmeiden swords only the noblest of noble warriors by a special dispensation - and rarest! - Again escaped, they had the exercise, strength, skill, vigilance, caution, speed and lists not brought, alswelcherhülfs a dragon that already Piedmont, Lombardy half, had themselves devastated parts of Veneto, to defeat, at best, perhaps, or that the hero, seriously injured, the worm, this hopefully hit todsiechmachend, once it comes, heal his wounds, he returns, having covered the inaccurate stab him then right to lead perhaps for the last time, this together with the worm on the dusty exits the cave to a hot August afternoon in his blood prostrate sinking ... -? -. (read more ...)
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