PC tiranija

Mr. Moonlight wrote:pitanje je da li paće često misli na transvestite

bela maca wrote:pa eto problema, paće koristi reč trandže, koja je pod jedan odvratna, pod dva nejasna, trans meni u glavi znači transsexual, a muškarci koji vole da se oblače u žensku odeću pre znam kao kros dresere.

паће wrote:Одавно сам навикао да не подносим било коју друштвену групу која иде около и тражи разлог да буде увређена. Да ли је разлог религија, нација, родно опредељење, не правим разлику, једнако ми иду на живце.

bela maca wrote:

паће wrote:Одавно сам навикао да не подносим било коју друштвену групу која иде около и тражи разлог да буде увређена. Да ли је разлог религија, нација, родно опредељење, не правим разлику, једнако ми иду на живце.

otvori rečnik i ovo će ti biti definicija privilegije

bela maca wrote:to što pričaš zapravo priča privilegija iz tebe

disident wrote:Jel ima neka studija koja objasnjava zasto mericki levicari i sjw izgledaju kao psihijatriski slucajevi?

Orwell wrote:The first thing that must strike any outside observer is that Socialism, in its developed form is a theory confined entirely to the middle classes. The typical Socialist is not, as tremulous old ladies imagine, a ferocious-looking working man with greasy overalls and a raucous voice. He is either a youthful snob-Bolshevik who in five years’ time will quite probably have made a wealthy marriage and been converted to Roman Catholicism; or, still more typically, a prim little man with a white-collar job, usually a secret teetotaller and often with vegetarian leanings, with a history of Nonconformity behind him, and, above all, with a social position which he has no intention of forfeiting. This last type is surprisingly common in Socialist parties of every shade; it has perhaps been taken over en bloc from. the old Liberal Party. In addition to this there is the horrible — the really disquieting — prevalence of cranks wherever Socialists are gathered together. One sometimes gets the impression that the mere words ‘Socialism’ and ‘Communism’ draw towards them with magnetic force every fruit-juice drinker, nudist, sandal-wearer, sex-maniac, Quaker, ‘Nature Cure’ quack, pacifist, and feminist in England.

One day this summer I was riding through Letchworth when the bus stopped and two dreadful-looking old men got on to it. They were both about sixty, both very short, pink, and chubby, and both hatless. One of them was obscenely bald, the other had long grey hair bobbed in the Lloyd George style. They were dressed in pistachio-coloured shirts and khaki shorts into which their huge bottoms were crammed so tightly that you could study every dimple. Their appearance created a mild stir of horror on top of the bus. The man next to me, a commercial traveller I should say, glanced at me, at them, and back again at me, and murmured ‘Socialists’, as who should say, ‘Red Indians’. He was probably right — the I.L.P. were holding their summer school at Letchworth. But the point is that to him, as an ordinary man, a crank meant a Socialist and a Socialist meant a crank. Any Socialist, he probably felt, could be counted on to have something eccentric about him. And some such notion seems to exist even among Socialists themselves. For instance, I have here a prospectus from another summer school which states its terms per week and then asks me to say ‘whether my diet is ordinary or vegetarian’. They take it for granted, you see, that it is necessary to ask this question. This kind of thing is by itself sufficient to alienate plenty of decent people. And their instinct is perfectly sound, for the food-crank is by definition a person willing to cut himself off from human society in hopes of adding five years on to the life of his carcase; that is, a person but of touch with common humanity.

Indy wrote:Nadam se da niste skroz ozbiljni sa ovim "šejmovanjem" iz poslednjih nekoliko postova. Ono, i ako jeste, boli me uvo... ali, bolje bi bilo da niste.

Indy wrote:Nadam se da niste skroz ozbiljni sa ovim "šejmovanjem" iz poslednjih nekoliko postova. Ono, i ako jeste, boli me uvo... ali, bolje bi bilo da niste.