Its not about influencing his life. Lord knows every single one of us has tried to help him except for you been). Its about not having his ignorance cluttering the board any further.
Is it true that SK handed you a job with a fortune 500 type of company and you didn't take it?
لا هذا ليس صحيحا. انه (في وقت حرج جدا بيننا) من مصادر خارج شركة تسليم الطرود والتوظيف، في مجال اختصاصي في الواقع.
تقدمت بطلب عبر الإنترنت، كما أفعل 98٪ من الوقت، وأنا أرسلت سيرتي الذاتية، وحصلت على صفر ردا على ذلك، وأنا الحصول على 100٪ من الوقت. في ذلك الوقت أرسلت سيرتي الذاتية اضطررت الى التموينية ساعات بلدي ودقيقة يوميا على الانترنت وأنا باستخدام بطاقات الصور مكتبة عامة، مع وضع حد أقصى 2 ساعة يوميا. كان مستاء لأنني SK تقنين بشدة اليوم اللي ردت على الموضوع في منهاج العمل، وقال شيء من هذا القبيل بفضل فلان وفلان وليس لدي الوقت لبقية الصفحات، ما قصدته هو أن أقول مثل: "أنا لا تجاهل الناس، اخترت أنا نفدت من الوقت "منذ أن كنت تميل إلى الاستجابة للشعب على حدة الخ الخ. أنا أكره أن ننظر قحا أو جاحد، صياغة بلادي / حالة سيئة.
أبقى ان علق لي في ذلك الوقت وارتفاع٪ من الوظائف مثل كورونا 1 وأشار لي في الحصول على ترخيص ساري المفعول، لي خارج المنافسة. مسح أنا الغرامات بلادي القديمة مع دور وما قبل شهر واحد، وأنا يتغذى جدا حتى انني مع المعلومات المغلوطة والشائعات والقرف. يبدو أن
رم ديك هذا هو ما كنت قد وجدت ليكون ذلك صحيحا هنا في skatz، في الآونة الأخيرة، خصوصا
إذا قلت ذلك، لا أحد يستمع. او انهم لا يعيرون اي اهتمام على أي حال (ولكن الناس يهتمون بما فيه الكفاية لتقديم المشورة الحياة؟ لماذا محاولة لمساعدة الشخص الذي لن يكلف نفسه عناء الاستماع إلى الواقع؟)
ولكن إذا كان أي شخص يقول لي انه مهما كانت الجحيم ما يقال، التي يتم قبولها كحقيقة حرفية 100٪.
أنا بعد ذلك، تكون ملعونه الحقائق، لا يمكن تغيير أية آراء. التجربة هو تذكير لي حقا من الجدل مع جدار الاسمنت، وكأنه نوع من القتال مع امرأة. مثل مجادلة مع والدتي في سن اليأس، وحقيقة كل شيء.
وديف، وأنا ..... بخيبة الأمل التي حظرت لي. في السنوات التي قضيتها كل شيء على الانترنت، كل اللعنة لقد فعلت، وقال انه انتهى الى كونه skatz، وهو موقع من المفترض أن تتبنى حرية التعبير، والتي حظرت لي ولماذا؟ ماذا أفعل الخطأ؟
أنا فاتر قليلا من الاكتئاب، وأستطيع أن اكتب سريع بجنون.
وأنا أيضا بارد جدا مع حقيقة أن ل، وكم كنت أكره يفترض hoser والحب سخيف معه (على أمل التخلص منه) التي تحظر قط له. ليس مرة واحدة.
أنا أسوأ من hoser؟
حرية التعبير بلاه بلاه ما حمولة من الهراء. فون الوزراء حول لي "لذلك مايك، تحدثنا ونحن نذهب لدغة الرصاص وترك الأمور ركوب مع العلامات، skatz هو حول حرية التعبير وليس فرض الرقابة على أي شيء بلاه بلاه"
نعم الحق فون، والحصول حقيقية مع تحريف بك "skatz لتقف على شيء" هراء يفعل.
Tapper deleted all of his posts because gare threatened to call tappers mom and tell her what a naughty boy her son has been.
I don't understand. Gary is a gentle androgynous man and therefore not prone to the aroused emotional turmoil that drives non-eunuchs into testosterone-fuelled conflicts with other manly men. Much like the women he is often mistaken for, he is widely known for his ration and reason.
I feel certain he would not have made such a vicious and mean-spirited threat had he not been painted into a corner from which he was compelled to snarl (fight) or be scarfed whole (which is what happens when those who exert themselves when standing up, attempt flight).
The question that must be on all of the minds of those who sympathise with my pristine if incoherent Logic on display here is that something must have provoked this outburst. Few of us who are put in the corner like Baby can last 32 years without Patrick Swayze coming along to sweep us off our feet with their dirty, randy, vertical love-making (few, but some have been known to do exactly that). Gary is no Jennifer Grape.
I'm starting to drift away from whatever it was that I was trying to say, as I have been prone to do on occasion. But would it be presumptuous of me to presume Tapper has invoked the enunch's wrath as if he were an articulate Sam Harris (who really is, would you believe? I didn't, until I saw proof of his articulating) provoking the rabid dogs of Islam?
Let us leave aside considerations of morality and focus instead on whether or not Tapper (if that is even his real screen name) has not been surreptituously taking us for a ride and leading us along via our proverbially-alike ethnic hooked noses. It seems apparent that he must have been.
Tangent: I swear to god an Arab of some kind is swearing in Farsi or Arabic or who gives a flying fuck outside my expensive hotel door right now. One assumes, not at me. I'm imagining some female cowering under his shrewd "taking advantage" of her. Cause there are other ways to take advantage of women, you know? Well, some of you might. Berating them is not conducive to bedding them unless you're talking about 9 year old brides like the upcoming Egyptian legislation is about to legalise (and that is fucking hilarious and I couldn't even make this shit up!)
Hurrah for FREEDOM! And for the Arab Spring. It put a spring in the step of Sanity, which was never entrenched in the ME (or the world for that matter) but has now conclusively departed the building.
He cannot be yelling at me for I am no hero like Sam Harris or Tapper. But still. The fucking nerve!
And in such an ugly tongue. I'd have half a mind to cut it out though I'm not entirely sure that's even possible, except in children's action / violence / van Damme movies.
I swear to god I'm not even going to bother scrolling up to remember what it was I was interested in trying to say because I remember not really being interested in it, in the first place.
I also imagine it would have played out less bluntly had I not gotten distracted by GOD DAMN INFERNAL LINGUISTIC DIARRHOEAL SPEWING OUTSIDE MY PLACE OF WORSHIP. I hold that I would be a master wordsmith, otherwise. Or a damn pretty mistress (if not quite a master of the prosaic domain).
But I have never been one for mitigation. I fail on my own terms. On whose terms do you fail, by the by?
These are all valid questions. And if they're not, you might not be living a valid enough life. Muse on that thought, you mindless Farsical Arabic bum-lickers. That'll give you something to feel about, you emotional Christian field niggers. Race on White Negroes! You have no time to waste; you're already running late to get to the starting line for yet another rat race, but this one is special. I know. Trust me, I know. Today's rat race is special because it's today's!
I feel that anyone who cannot be forced to renounce all other gods and worship the One True god (Pooh) should have their head severed. I'm willing to entertain arguments that counter this Absolute Truth.
Before severing the head/s of anyone who stupidly thinks I'm here TO FUCK SPIDERS.
Belay that graphic imagery. What am I here to do, exactly?
Would someone kindly inform me? It would seem I have misplaced my itinerary, momentarily.
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