In all honesty, I do enjoy a good healthy debate. When both viewpoints start from the acknowledgement that something can be learned from the process; when cooler heads prevail; when we do not elevate formal logic at the expense of everything else–when those criteria are at least attempted, then western style debates can be productive.
Unfortunately, on the internet, yer lucky to get even a single one of those positive qualities.
So, as Emporer Josef the Second, in the documentary Amadeus famously quipped, “Well, there it is.”
The other day, a friend was asking whether I thought his salmon was still good or if he was going to get food poisoning, and I dropped into total grumpy opinion mode. I apparently have capital-O Opinions on how food poisoning ain’t no thing.
Because of my upbringing, I can’t enjoy debate. I enjoy learning and I enjoy repartee but debate is a sometimes-necessary ordeal for me. I understand why other people enjoy it. I just can’t enjoy it myself.
I’ve always fancied men in bowlers. I think the right one could really work for your style too. Don’t try eating it, though. Saliva and felt are not fast friends.
For context, the article was written by Bob Mackey (alt-left games journalist) after making fun of Colin Moriarty (conservative libertarian game’s media) on Twitter. Colin responded to the initial tweet by saying that they should live-stream a formal political debate and the loser would donate $2,000 to charity. Bob indirectly responded by saying that a painful shit would be more worthy of his time than talking to Colin, and instead went on to write this piece mocking Colin.
Unless the material is eventually shrunk to the point of collapsing in on itself - it’s at least possible that a small sized black hole contained within the large intestine (somewhere near the anus) could keep compacting ‘gong’ without becoming an issue during the average life of a wizard - and also provide a nasty booby-trap for anyone looking their corpse!