...[ ]...As I have posted to various TS threads before, SCOTUS has ruled that incitement to violence is not protected by the 1st amendment. That you state "as long as they don't act on it" is a load of
That boundary between hate speech and inciting violence is almost certainly like the boundary between genius and insanity, and there have been instances in recent years where someone spouting hate speech has inspired others to act on it. As I see it, it would not be all that much of a stretch to declare that hate speech can be incitement to violence and, therefore, illegal making those who use it subject to arrest and perhaps more. ...[ ]....
The opposite argument could be made that talking about your "issues", can relieve you of the stress they are causing you. . This is reinforced with the concept of "talk therapy". That's where you go to talk with some wank from the suburbs, normally the product of middle to upper class parents, with a head so full of absurd idealism, if he or she were to sneeze, they'd blow their brains out. And....,.it costs a ship load of money. That's so these products of middle to upper class parents, can grow up to be middle to upper class parents themselves, without ever doing one honest days work.
Ergo, talking about your "issues" must be good for you, if only by the massive medical bills you can run up being "cured"
IMHO, getting together with your buddies and talking things over could be just as beneficial. Now, since we're in the "cyber age", those buddies might be online, say at "Facebook", or similar. In other words, if a person can divest himself of his or her anger, then physical action becomes less of a possibility. Granted, that would only be effective with people still sane enough to know they have issues.
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You and I may come down on the same side of many issues, like our mutual dislike of Musk, however, I highly doubt that I will ever convince you of this, and no matter how much you might dislike what I have to say, I'm not playing your game.
As surprising as this may be to you, I didn't invite you to any "game" you presume I might be playing. If you take notice, I didn't quote any of your posts on this issue either, so that nothing I have written could be construed as an "invitation".
Stick around though, I'm going to profile you good and proper, for accepting the invitation I didn't offer, and playing the game I don't recall starting.
So are you supposing that underground groups like this do not already exist?
And are you supposing that such underground groups are not surveiled?
We've talked about this before. The fact that people, of necessity, have to measure intelligence against their own, which also goes for morality as well.
I can safely assume that you think I'm stupid or naive, since you summoned the hubris to pose those questions.
What I actually believe, is that it's much easier to keep an eye on activities which are out in the open, than to burn through undercover operating budgets chasing those individuals into the four winds
And, given the reactions to attacks by individuals espousing attachment to such causes, do you suppose that any further attacks will be greeted with open arms and welcomed into the folds of society?
What I believe is, that unless an organization is that fringe radical to begin with, that they will ostracize a full blown radical since that would bring too much heat to their cause. Haven't you ever watched TV process dramas?
You and I both know how humans share characteristics with other hominids, and even chimpanzees will gang up and overthrow bullies.
Perhaps, but with some qualifiers. First, not if the apes are bonobos. They will merely have sex with an attacker until the attacker passes out from joy overdose. Bullies are often large and powerful, therefore they should provide good stamina in the bedroom as well.
I knew there must be at least one incident that you had with someone who did not look like you that was exceptionally unpleasant.
I thought continuing with more incidents would be in bad taste, so I left it at the one. I insist I have a mild form of PTSD, since that and other wonderful interpersonal instances get played back in my head from time to time. Maybe I'm just too sensitive.
I have had such instances, too. In fact, my entire seventh grade year there was ONE individual who was exercising his right to be a total
head. However, that experience is far, far, far outweighed by the experiences with people that do not look like me that were entirely the opposite. Among those instances, I have never experienced anyone who has expressed to me that I must make amends to them because of my skin color.
What's wrong with this paragraph? Well first off, I'm fairly certain you've had more problems with people of your own color, since they were the majority where you grew up..I've always suspected that you grew up in an environment which allowed your juvenile beliefs and idealism, to remain intact. I also believe you're a product of parents who left the city in the early stages of the "white flight epidemic", who then looked back in guilt for doing so.
I'm also fairly offended, that you think I'm incapable of differentiating between color and class. Trust me I'm not. Nor do I treat individuals of different lineages differently, at first meeting or on a daily basis differently. In my case though "some of my best friends", are the people who give me the courtesy of leaving me alone.
Modern blacks are to a greater extent, incapable of differentiating color and class, at least on a more prevalent basis than whites. The classic example of that, happens every Sunday during the fall. Some fool in the ghetto puts his hands in his pockets when the police just told him to put them up over his head. He pays that ultimate price for his foolishness, and we have to watch 10 million dollar a year black football players disrespect our flag and out country because of it.
I know for a fact, simply by virtue of the type of music required to sooth you, and your unshakable faith in the inherent goodness of human kind, that you would likely be dead in a year doing inner city police work. But since it's almost a totally remote possibility that you would ever allow yourself to be in that occupation in such an area, we'll mercifully never have to find out. Another possibility is, that you would make friends with the people you were supposed to be busting. Instead of assigning a police officer to an area, it would be more like giving them a puppy.
Sadly, I picture your teenage years, as movie scenes from "Pretty in Pink", with you being tortured by those nasty "blue bloods" of your same color. With that said, your issues with puberty seem to have been routine intra class struggles, as opposed to being racially motivated. Which is partly why I believe you can't distinguish racially motivated problems from more typical tribal status issues, since you haven't really experienced them.
I dated a beautiful blond girl from the suburbs during her high school years. I asked her one day how she felt about "African Americans". She told me, "we have a black girl in our class, she's very nice. Her father is a doctor. You are that girl, reincarnate. And I have no doubt that girl was indeed, "very nice".
I'd also be willing to bet those bullies who bothered you growing up, weren't carrying Glocks in their waistbands. Mine do.
Every skin color has its a$$holes, and I would have to say that I have experienced far more of those a$$holes that look like me.
Well like they say in the real estate business, "the only three things that matter are location, location, location".
As I've tried to explain to you on many occasions, I'm a misanthrope, and a sociopath. The sad part of that is, I'll die completely alone. The upside of it is, I'm immune to the hype, the spin, the quirks, the smoke, the bullshIt, and the propaganda that various factions of our society blow up in furtherance of their primary goals, their secondary agendas, or "ulterior motives", if you will.
I appreciate that.
CODA: BTW Simply by virtue of population density and breeding habits, my a$$holes outnumber yours by at least a ratio of two to one.
