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I doubt it, on this board.
And yes, the bias is only too visible. It is the same site I've seen a while ago, and we had the same discussion about biases then.
And yes, the bias is only too visible. It is the same site I've seen a while ago, and we had the same discussion about biases then.
If there was anything that depressed him more than his own cynicism, it was that quite often it still wasn't as cynical as real life.
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I think the fact that no one has done so illustrates the biases and deficiencies of the questions - as others have pointed out - rather than the conclusion that everyone who has reported their test results here is consistently left-leaning. I know that my answers reflected a mix of very liberal responses and deeply conservative responses, which somewhat arbitrarily placed me in the moderate left-leaning category. I wished there had been the opportunity to add "signing statements" to most of the answers, though. E.g., I also took issue with the globalization question that L_M points out and the "supporting your country" question that Frelga highlights.Alatar wrote:Has anyone managed to make it onto the right half at all, never mind upper right?
I won't just survive
Oh, you will see me thrive
Can't write my story
I'm beyond the archetype
I won't just conform
No matter how you shake my core
'Cause my roots, they run deep, oh
When, when the fire's at my feet again
And the vultures all start circling
They're whispering, "You're out of time,"
But still I rise
This is no mistake, no accident
When you think the final nail is in, think again
Don't be surprised, I will still rise
Oh, you will see me thrive
Can't write my story
I'm beyond the archetype
I won't just conform
No matter how you shake my core
'Cause my roots, they run deep, oh
When, when the fire's at my feet again
And the vultures all start circling
They're whispering, "You're out of time,"
But still I rise
This is no mistake, no accident
When you think the final nail is in, think again
Don't be surprised, I will still rise
My problem is that my extreme distrust of free market capitalism (designed for the rich to become richer) is made really complicated by my first-hand experience of the defects of planned economies (having lived in Soviet Russia and East Germany), and then further complicated by my hunch that just letting people do whatever they want doesn't usually lead to a clean kitchen (thus I'm not a great anarchist), and then still further complicated by my conviction that there will always be people who need lots and lots of help just to muddle through life (thus I'm not a libertarian).
And that's why I'm a citizen of fiction, first, and everywhere else a distant second.
And that's why I'm a citizen of fiction, first, and everywhere else a distant second.
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Teremia wrote:My problem is that my extreme distrust of free market capitalism (designed for the rich to become richer) is made really complicated by my first-hand experience of the defects of planned economies (having lived in Soviet Russia and East Germany), and then further complicated by my hunch that just letting people do whatever they want doesn't usually lead to a clean kitchen (thus I'm not a great anarchist), and then still further complicated by my conviction that there will always be people who need lots and lots of help just to muddle through life (thus I'm not a libertarian).
And that's why I'm a citizen of fiction, first, and everywhere else a distant second.
Vinnie, as one of my friends once quipped when it was pointed out that the then-Labor Prime Minister lived in a VERY large house with a pool..."Socialism doesn't mean you have to be poor".
Mornings wouldn't suck so badly if they came later in the day.
Oy.Voronwë the Faithful wrote:And yet that never defined who he was.
Don't get me started.
I like John. A lot. He is a favorite of mine and has been for decades.
That doesn't mean I agree with everything he has ever said or done. Regardless of what lyrics he wrote.
Sure wealth didn't define him, neither did addictions or binges or fights or handgun issues or affairs or ego trips....etc.
They were all part of his makeup. Including the posh apartment in the Dakota and the limos and the mansions etc.
To say that his wealth wasn't a part of his definition is an outright--
bunny slipper.the following portion of this post has been edited to remove the word "lie" and insert the term---
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Holby, you might consider editing that; I doubt that you really meant to call Voronwë a liar. . . .
“There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.”
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Certainly his wealth had some effect on who he was, but it did not define him.Holbytla wrote:To say that his wealth wasn't a part of his definition is an outright lie.
"Spirits in the shape of hawks and eagles flew ever to and from his halls; and their eyes could see to the depths of the seas, and pierce the hidden caverns beneath the world."
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Thanks, Holby.
“There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.”
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Neither did the heroin flowing through his veins, but it was part of who he was.Voronwë the Faithful wrote:Certainly his wealth had some effect on who he was, but it did not define him.Holbytla wrote:To say that his wealth wasn't a part of his definition is an outright lie.
You can no sooner separate the wealth of John Lennon than you could suck the chemicals from him, or remove the trauma of Julia or May Fung Yee Pang.
To say his wealth "did not define him" is really inaccurate, if not false.
His "Working Class Hero" days were as much a distant memory for him as was Phil Collins as a screaming fanboy.
There is no way shape or form you can remove wealth from John Lennon and get an accurate representation of who he was.