In Soviet Russia
Does anybody even keep personal blogs anymore? Am I so behind on the times?
Here's some questions for you to bake your noodle.
What if everything you think is completely wrong? Have you ever considered the possibility? Your religious beliefs, your political beliefs, your understanding of physics or biology or philosophy... all wrong. What if? Wouldn't that be nuts? I think so. I thought about this a few minutes ago, mainly in regards to my political views. In case you didn't know, I think Donald Trump is the worst human ever. I could go on and on. But that's not my point here. My point is... what if he's not the worst? What if he's actually a great president? What if I'm wrong? What if he really isn't lying every 5 seconds? What if he's actually accomplishing great things for our country? Is he? I don't know. I could be wrong. That's the whole point of this stupid blog post. I could be wrong. I could be wrong about everything. Every word that comes out of my mouth could be wrong. I could be the liar.
I'm going to stew on that for the rest of the day. It may make me weirdly depressed. But I'll wake up tomorrow and forget all about this, I'm sure, and I'll go back to my old routine of checking the news frequently on CNN to see what Donald Trump is doing wrong.
Here's some questions for you to bake your noodle.
What if everything you think is completely wrong? Have you ever considered the possibility? Your religious beliefs, your political beliefs, your understanding of physics or biology or philosophy... all wrong. What if? Wouldn't that be nuts? I think so. I thought about this a few minutes ago, mainly in regards to my political views. In case you didn't know, I think Donald Trump is the worst human ever. I could go on and on. But that's not my point here. My point is... what if he's not the worst? What if he's actually a great president? What if I'm wrong? What if he really isn't lying every 5 seconds? What if he's actually accomplishing great things for our country? Is he? I don't know. I could be wrong. That's the whole point of this stupid blog post. I could be wrong. I could be wrong about everything. Every word that comes out of my mouth could be wrong. I could be the liar.
I'm going to stew on that for the rest of the day. It may make me weirdly depressed. But I'll wake up tomorrow and forget all about this, I'm sure, and I'll go back to my old routine of checking the news frequently on CNN to see what Donald Trump is doing wrong.
posted by HLR | March 05, 2019
2 Comments:
Curse you zaelianwar seo! Curse you! Curse you to hell! Curse you for making me think someone had a legitimate thoughtful reply to my post, and then just blabbing about viagra! I hate you! I hate you so much! You are the worst! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT.
For real... I do hate you. Your comment sent me into a reverie of sorts, thinking about the old days in high school when I had a blog that everybody read. All my friends. They read it to be entertained. They read it because they were legitimately interested in what sort of shenanigans I had going on in my life. People were interested in my doings back in those days. They weren't trying to sell me viagra. I don't think anybody ever tried to sell me viagra. What has happened in the last 13 years? Where did all those people go? Where?
WHO DO I HAVE TO TALK TO TO GET SOME VIAGRA ALREADY??
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