I don't necessarily mean that if you disagree with me, you're valuing the wrong things. I'm saying that a lot of people, which value something, confuse that for the valuation of something else. This was sparked by Nasty's thread about radical opinions.

Here's one example - people value democracy. Except, people don't, or at least shouldn't, value democracy in and of itself. Democracy, I imagine, is valuable to most people because it seems to ensure some form of liberty. Therefore, it seems, a confusion of political and civil freedoms is what leads to people valuing democracy incorrectly.

Another is income. We don't, or at least shouldn't, value income - and accordingly the disparities between it. No, what we really care about is consumption, and a confusion of income and consumption often leads people to attack wealth disparity in itself.

Can anybody think of any more examples?

I would rather pick my own poison than live under the rule of someone who has no right to their power other than their surname.

That isn't to say the government should be able to do as it pleases - it hasn't been that way since 1688. The point is merely that representative democracy isn't that good as a political system. Especially when, like my country, you're part of a supra-national political union.

The executive should be stronger - perhaps the monarch.
People aren't equal.
The state's authority is only legitimate either through tradition or charismatic leaders.
Democracy has failed.

EDIT: I'd like to amend the third to "mass consent is not a legitimate justification for authority". Tradition and charisma aren't good, in themselves, obviously, they just tend to the best results.

You gotta problem with gay people?

Yes.

It's unnatural.

I
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

II
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer—

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

III
This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

IV
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

V
Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

Pretty sick beats, bro.

Brilliant.

This should've stayed in the Flood.

Mordo is a fucking Scottish cunt.

Bastard Pict.

You wanted this in the Flood right?

wat do

Quote from: Meta Cognition on December 21, 2014, 12:21:50 PM

Quote from: Mr Psychologist on December 21, 2014, 12:13:14 PM

say that to my face and not on line

see wat happens

awright m8

oil fookin drive over to yer 'ause and totes bash yer fookin mug in m8

swer it on me mum m8

M8 ILL FOOKEN SET FARAGE ON YA

CANT FOOKEN BARRAGE HIM YA TWOT

say that to my face and not on line

see wat happens

I really don't see what the problem is here.

The excuse of committing a felony while handing a gun to your friend for the "feel of it" is an incredibly weak rebuttal. Your rights to own a gun aren't predicated on having your mate molest the fucking thing.

So they fucked up in the wording - who cares? Virtually nobody is going to get arrested because they momentarily handed their unloaded rifle to their friend.