Nah, you’re honestly far less immoral than Bikki. You have actual ideals by which you’ve spent time developing and this and that. BUT, I feel you derive your concept of morality from your religion and its dogma. Historically, that’s a terrifying position to take and allows for widespread immorality in its positioning and usually results in a lot of death if common at the time and place. In practice, you appear to want a fascist, Christian nationalist nation. From that, quite a bit of what would be considered immoral in today’s sense. But, for you, slavery is fine…(as an example), because your religion doesn’t say shit about having slaves being bad. To the rest of us, that’s horrifying. To you, whatever the book says in relation to how you interpret it IS morality.
Beyond that, you’re dishonest by nature. Not sure if its how you were raised, your career, being in Jersey, whatever. But, you definitely are not honest in these debates and an overwhelming hypocrite. At times, it seems like Trump for you was like Tony Robbins is for losers who can’t keep a job for more than a week.
So, I definitely think you’re a shitbag. I don’t think you have integrity, honestly. I’m not being hyperbolic in that. I think it defines you. The lessons we teach our kids growing up you seem to somehow have diametrically opposed yourself to, real basic shit.
I think you’re Cliff Claven, with the internet, and without his honesty and goodness. Like, if Cliff Claven was raised by Carrie’s mother and a dad who ran a used car place in Jersey. That being said, I know lots of people who’ll make you look like a model of virtue. Shit, my oldest brother makes you look like Jesus.
I think Bikki is a bad soul. From the early moments on here it seems pretty apparent. Eloquent, funny at times…but, yeah, not a good person in any way.
I am by no means a model of virtue. Dallas has known me for 25 years and knows nearly all my secrets. Ask him. The thing that differentiates us is that I TRY to be good, TRY to be honest, TRY to question my snap judgements or instincts. I can admit when I’m wrong. I’m not always trying to engineer a way out of fault by utilizing semantics or obfuscating the argument. But, put our base instincts on the table between you and I in a grand judgement and you might win. Without my conscience telling me I’m wrong all the time, I’d be a war criminal. You definitely don’t want me to be President.
But, I also look around us and see we just might end up in a civil war. If that happens, your gun is aiming at me and mine at you. I don’t ever let that escape my mind when I’m writing you. One day, I might have to take your face as a souvenir, in which case I’ll make it into underwear.
I can’t with this guy. That’s the entire question.
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