Yeah, I don’t want to be left or right on the recent spate of stabbing attacks, so if I get stabbed to death by a group of illegals at a festival of diversity, please don’t let the pool of blood surrounding me lean to the left or to the right. Coriolis, that’s what I’m talking …
When I was in high school, I had an English teacher named, Joyce, first name, Mrs. Every day for the 50 minute duration of class, she would drone on and on about the dark societies of Dostoevsky, Saljinizin, Orwell, and that guy who died in the Nazi concentration camps for saying everyone was stupid, Dietrich …
Picture this: you are walking along on a sidewalk, path, or trail, and some random person is approaching you from the opposite direction. I call them randos, randoes. Whatever; a person selected from the group of other people, many of whom you don’t know or like. In set notation, {person: people who are not you}.
You know how ostriches, when they want to hide from reality, bury their heads in the sand? It’s not true, but it’s where the expression comes from. Somebody saw an ostrich looking for a contact lens in the sand, and immediately assumed they were hiding from something, or up to no good and didn’t want …
Hitler didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, and he didn’t touch himself at night. One of those isn’t true. He did want a glass of juice, and he’d invade most of Europe to get it.
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