The problem with white supremacists and racism is that it’s like glitter. Get one card with glitter in an office, and by the end of the day everybody carries sparkles home with them.
One might argue that 20%, which is a dramatic minority, who realize that the president is culpable for the insurrection do not deserve to be characterized in such a harsh manner. The flip side of this argument, though, is to ask, quite simply, where have they been?
Despite attempts at reason to convince these misguided soles, they continued to listen to the same source and his team. Goebbels’ assertion has been demonstrated by psychologists already, but what an amazing example in our own society
the brain simply “fills in” the missing information. In other words, our brain actually hides our blind spot from us
People seem honestly afraid to hear any discourse that disagree with their point of view, and I'm not just talking about conservatives. Every time a conservative is invited to speak on a college campus and is shouted down or protested out, it's an action of refusing to even hear an alternative opinion. This is especially prevalent today on social media as everyone seems to have entered into one of two camps
As our democracy falls to traitors invading the capital, an action that no doubt would have been met with violence and a military response if the insurrectionists were minorities, perhaps I should write on today’s events. But I’m so worked up that perhaps that is not a great idea. Instead, I think I want to talk about a few lessons on Zen that I have picked up from observing Star, my newest family member and overweight feline extraordinaire.
these are not just immature antics. They are actually dangerous in that they undermine our faith in our Constitution. Any congressman who joins his circus and argues the results of the electoral counts without evidence of wrongdoing should be disciplined.
that paw has exceedingly sharp claws, but she didn’t use them. There was no anger, and her touch was so incredibly gentle as if she were touching a soap bubble she feared might pop. Just a brush, really, to tell me that she had a desire.
His wife, sill in Iran, called him at work one day. The three women working in the front office all came back, excited to share the news with him, excitedly saying, “Ilya, you lucky dog, your wife is on the phone!” He replied, “Yes, I am lucky dog, because I work with a bunch of bitches.”
She met Martin Luther King, Jr. He was killed on April 4, 1968, so Nichelle must have been no older than 36 when she met him. She was considering leaving Star Trek, and expressed this to MLK, who, in turn, urged her to stay.