Tuesday, August 15, 2017
Monday, August 14, 2017
He looked at his four children. “I presume they talk about that other village as a hostile place just because they constitute their enemy tribe!” he stated, and then looked at their mother.
But she sighed and didn't seem to agree. “It's about something else! Kids! Don't presuppose they only have a mere enemy there! My uncle had met with that tribe! They were hostile and evil according to him, too - and he really is an independent source!”
“Vera!” her husband responded. “Are you sure that he really meant they are all hostile?! I mean that it wasn't just a few individuals among them?!”
“I'm sure Carl! They were savages in the sense that they wouldn't permit a stranger to look at them as if they were inconsistent about power! Indeed they were hostile against strangers as long as they themselves didn't tend to display power!”
Suzanne, who was eight years old, and also their eldest child, looked at her. “It's funny how they seem to be hostile towards everyone who can't seem to be enemies of their neighbor tribes! I mean why wouldn't they want to be friendly with their neighbors to begin with, instead?”
Her parents looked at her and her mother said: “It's not funny that they see it that way! I mean it's the friendly tribe we just visited, among others, that they want to victimize, as it seems!”
“I know!” Suzanne said. “I didn't mean funny so that you could laugh about it! I meant it's weird, kinda, peculiar, in the sense that they can't seemingly, thereby, figure out a way to actually dominate any one of them!”
Her parents looked at one another. Carl said: “It's kinda of funny, in that sense! I for one find it peculiar that they can think they can think at all of themselves as people who can dominate the region, when they're a much smaller tribe than for example the one we visited - and that they at the same time can't get any allies, just because they're too unfriendly towards even those with much a larger population that their own!”
Four-year-old Adam (also their youngest child) opened his mouth: “Wow! Maybe they can't seem to be friendly just because they're the worst enemy of simply anyone on earth!”
“That's kinda what we're already saying!” his mother answered. “They're that bad! Simply no one can like them! No one but they, themselves!”
Adam looked content. His seven-year-old sister Alicia asked: “Are they still very hostile even against authorities, such as the police and hospitals and such?!”
“Yeah! I think they are,” Vera answered thoughtfully.
“Then how can they be even part of the society they live in?” Alicia asked.
“They're officially part of it! But hardly anyone enters their territory!”
“Oh! Like that!” their forth child, five-year-old Patrick responded.
Carl looked thoughtful. “Are you sure they aren't nowadays at least part of society in the sense that they want doctors or nurses around when they get injured or ill?!”
“I'm fairly sure!” his wife answered. “But they are part of society in the sense that they feel part of it and tend pride themselves as if much better citizens of it than their neighbors!”
“Oh in that case,”Alicia asked, “why aren't their neighbors stating that they aren't, so that they can't feel right about thinking so?!”
“It's because they won't listen to anyone but themselves about it!” Vera said. “Except to the extent there's some real big power behind what is said! Something like the law enforcement officers that had them feel that they had to respect the society they live in! But then, it seems, those law enforcement people had it in them to tempt them into thinking about how being part of the country could benefit them; they wouldn't have given up otherwise!”
“It seems,” Carl stated, “ that those people of the tribe that seems so hostile, aren't cool enough to pretend as if nothing about their pride! They seem to be the ones that all the neighbors despise, though they might on the surface show them some respect! It seems also that they don't know what they're doing, because they have all those other tribes against them, and what would happen if there really was a war on? Well wouldn't it be that exactly they, who are so proud part of the country would be the ones to be fighting it more than the others!?”
Vera thought about it. “I think they would want to be the fighters who could be at war with anyone who threatened their community, but that it wouldn't be exactly easy for the authorities to convince them that exactly they were threatened! Because otherwise they would surely prefer to have it the war should have to be everybody else's problem!”
“Oh! That's it!” and “I see!” the rest of the family said.
Monday, August 7, 2017
“They don't do that kinda stuff!” Mary said with some tension in her voice.
“How do you know?!” Edgar asked.
“Because they're good people, that's why!”
“Yeah, I know! But they are it in a sense that permits wrongdoings if only there are ways to feel good about oneself just the same!”
She looked chocked. “Really!?”
He nodded. “Yeah, really!”
She looked thoughtful. “Are you saying they actually could have us believe they really wouldn't hurt anyone, but really only look and seem innocent in a way that appeals to our common sense of morality?!”
“Yeah! That's what I say! But don't tell everyone that I've told you so! They can be very dangerous at times. ....”
Mary looked thoughtful and a bit annoyed. “I don't believe I would be into seeing them if I knew this for certain about them!” she proclaimed. “Moreover, I wouldn't let them get away with it!”
“How the heck do you think you would be able to nail them?! It's they who wold be innocent enough for people who didn't know yet - and those - fairly few - who manage to figure it out, they don't dare to take part in what could be called for example blackmail of a very reputable family!”
Annoyed again, Mary hissed a little before saying: “It's not hey who should be getting away with it and that's final!”
“I can't help it, it's not even I who really can help that they are reputable as long as their surfaces seem to be totally moral!”
“If this is really true about them, then how can we be sure there is a point to believe even at all in common sense about whom to trust?!”
He looked thoughtful and a bit troubled. “I'm not quite sure about it! I suppose, though, that we can't always trust our senses, but only sometimes! Simply like that! How about it?!”
Mary seemed sort of relieved after hearing this. But she still seemed to hate that those people got away with it. “Is there any way there can be safety against that one is fooled by them?!”
“Only sort of, I think! One can only double-check their statements and insinuations! Probably that's all one can do!”
“Holy canoli! Then how can we go on with this kind of naive judgement? I mean wouldn't it make us all perish or something?!”
“We all have to survive that it's all in them to be able to take like that! It's we who must survive, not they who should be able to kill us all!”
“I know! But how come we don't all perish since this by all reason must have been a weakness in our judgements since ages - or mustn't it?!”
He thought about it. “I guess,” he said after a while, “that is so because one can survive them! It's only that one must see to it that one doesn't get in their way!”
“Are you sure that's enough? ... How come then, doesn't it happen that more more people do that? And if that does happen then how can we survive one another?!”
He looked thoughtful again. “yeah, I feel sure that it's enough. But I think it's because their souls still do perish for it! That way God can see to it that at least we can learn from our mistakes!”
She looked surprised. “But how come there's no one who has learned by now that we do have to get at such people somehow?!”
“I guess it's just because they aren't so easy to get at without them having excuses to get at those who are more innocent than they!”
“There's no one who can say there isn't a way to get at them without there being any way to say to oneself that one really has to hanker on without having it they're mean enough to actually get at!”
“That's exactly what I mean!”
“Great! Then we can agree about that!” Edgar replied. But the looked thoughtful and added: “In a sense, Mary, it's worse of you can be with a female counterpart who is doing that, than with a male one! Because a male one tends to give himself away by being too decisive, while a female one tends to seem to be innocent just by being the one not to have the power to emphasize her ability to manipulate as important. ... I'm not sure if that's exactly it, but it seems to be something like that!”
Mary looked kind of nonplussed. She thought about it for a while, then said: “I can feel sure that I do not manipulate that way! But I can feel sure that I could have said to myself that I wouldn't have to be in power just in order to get things straight, and if she, whoever that is, feels that things straight is to be about a lie as were it the truth, then she cold perhaps lie even better than you guys, since she is not the one to really be intense about wanting to lie! Right?!”
Edgar looked at her. “Yeah! Right!” he said after a while.
Tuesday, August 1, 2017
“Why shouldn't she be it interested?!” Charlie asked his brother Ben. “She has seemingly made an invite for somebody - presumably a boy, I think - to help her enjoy herself!”
Ben looked at Charlie and said: “It's not she who is that kind of girl, who would just readily enjoy having to enjoy herself, at least not if it's in that sense!”
“Oh really!? Why?!”
“Because, Charlie, she one of those girls who don't feel up to committing themselves - herself to extravagance about lust and seeing herself as a lustful treat for males' attention!”
“Why, then, doesn't she say that to for example Conrad or Jay?! I mean she could tell them, in that case!”
“Are you sure? What do you mean she should she say to them?”
“That she isn't that kind of girl! ... Presumably, something like that she doesn't like their type of interest in girls - who seem to be fancying themselves as smart just as long as they're attracting men!”
“Because Conrad and Jay aren't seemingly too smart at pretending they're hers to be had! But if you make yourself available for it, that's when she's likely to feel awkward about it!”
“Then how come she doesn't pretend as if something about it when she doesn't fancy herself as a cute girl woman to be had?!”
“I guess she doesn't dare to show them that she never would be ready for such an adventure. She seems to me to be into faking that she is just like one of the extravagant girls!”
“How then, can it be that she doesn't, at least sometimes, reveal herself - enough for me, for example, to see it!?”
“Do you mean how come it's almost never obvious about her that she's not a horny slut?”
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I meant that!”
“It's because girls don't show so much when they are, in any other sense that they show an act about it - an act that very many not too horny girls can imitate!”
“Oh!” Charlie exclaimed. “But then aren't they ever available for simply small talk about it?! I mean I was into small talk with her when I spoke about her perhaps being interested!”
Ben sighed. “I think it's because they don't understand it when small talk could be beneficial against that they would need to be horny in order to fit in!”
His brother looked puzzled. “You mean they're all too dumb for that!?”
He sighed again. “No, not exactly! But I think there's something like that there's an intimidation from some people against having that kind of expectation!”
“Who?! And why would they do that?!”
“I don't know! As it seems they all feel humility is that they don't have to see themselves to be ready for small talk! At least not with a guy! At least not to the extent he doesn't have the status of an especially attractive man!”
Charlie tried to giggle. “Meaning not me, I suppose?”
“In the sense that there's no obvious reason to define you as such, yes, definitely!”
"But then there just isn't quite any justice to them, those females!"
"I'm not sure if that's the way I'd put it!"
"What do you mean by that?!"
"I mean that they don't seem fair when they do try to be just about it! Therefore they don't have any choice but to try to be unfair about it!"
Ben thought for a moment. "No, I'm not sure that's it!" he replied after a moment.
"Then what?!" his brother asked.
"Then I don't know what to make of it! But I can be certain it's not into them I would be if I thought about them as totally unfair all the time!"
Both boys went silent.
After a while Ben rose and said: "I think I've gotta go and see to it that Rosie can't seem to be a girl whom I don't seem to care about that she has seemed to be fair, somehow, even in that sense!"
"Oh! That seems fair enough" and they ended the conversation.
Sunday, July 30, 2017
“I don't have any presentation capacity for saying it to the public, though!” fifteen-year-old August told his parents.
They looked at him. “That's horrible!” his mother said.
His father nodded seemed to be intent on winning over those charlatans. “Why do they pretend it's you when they could actually have their own career seem brilliant with such ludicrousness?” he asked, looking relatively reassured about his son's - and the whole family's - reputation. His mom also looked fairly reassured about it.
“I suppose it's because they don't want to be public enough to to be vulnerable against others who might pull such a trick!”
His five-year-old sister looked at him. “Why is it they aren't vulnerable just because they have no careers to be bragging about?!”
August sighed. “It's because they can't easily seem, then, to have been cheating their way to such an advantage!” he answered.
She looked thoughtful. “Oh God!” she said.
“Why,” his mother asked, “do they find in themselves to be great at smartly, or so-to-speak, claiming other people's business to be their own, and how come they doesn't it show how there's fakery to that?!”
“Ned said that it's because no one wants to challenge those who have an authority over our intuitions about who is fair and who isn't!”
His father looked curious. “Isn't there any way to make them feel at home with just simply feeling that they can have it in Christ that one shouldn't ever give into such manipulations?!”
August sighed again. “It seems to be because they feel that Christ isn't superior as long as he has it there's nothing wrong making it seem ridiculous not to believe in intuition about control that seems superb enough to be comparable with his own!”
“Doesn't it seem that Christ should be the one not to ever grant such evil travesty a chance to seem moral?!”
“That's sort of so! But to them there seems to be justice in saying that Christ cares for us for reasons that are not very moral!”
His mother looked surprised. “But then shouldn't He be relevant for them as clearly better than that?!”
“No! It seems that they, as they seem able to pretend that their look-alike is me, can convince people into believing that their intuition clearly must be as smart as the ones they find themselves to have with Lord Jesus Christ!
“Moreover,” he continued, “there's no judgement in Christ to compare, it seems, with those that a look-alike can cause there to be against the target of his or her ridicule!”
“Then they're being so satanic that we clearly should banish them! Or isn't there enough strength in even the church to beat those bastards!?”
“We cannot seem intent on having Christ seem like our resurrection as long as we can be seen as acting so superb that the people those bastards deal with can be inclined to believe we don't really care for actual faith more than about our careers and stuff!”
The little sister looked up. “Then how come we don't have our careers seem stupid enough for them to not have to worry about in that sense?!”
The two parents looked at her. Her mother said: “We have in our careers the notion of ourselves as really caring to be thorough! If we give that up, then it wouldn't be very easy to be thorough about seeming to be thorough enough! Wouldn't there, do you think, be a lack of friends among those that could be worthwhile for those who really care about the virtues of clarity what mistakes can be and thus on what God has it we should all be conscientious about?”
Their five-year-old thought for a while. Then she said: “I think they wouldn't be friends to begin with, but later, once they found out that we are careful enough with virtues, then they will be our friends for real, more for real than they would be otherwise!” With that she managed to convince her parents and brother to believe they should be into not seeming very admirable for those people who could be manipulated into disbelieving in them and Christ!
Saturday, July 29, 2017
“Slave traders?!” Their mother looked shocked.
“Yeah! They buy our people as slaves! That is, if we don't watch out!” her daughter answered.
“It's the Erthracks who want to sell us to them! They've already sold at some of our people!”
“Whom?!” their father demanded.
The daughter thought for a moment. “Rebecca, Seb, George, Carla and Ellen! Probably all five of them. At the very least and Seb have been sold!”
The mother looked disturbed and asked: “How come you are the first to warn us?!”
Their son and daughter looked at each other for a moment, before the son answered: “It's because we're the first ones to avoid the bullets of Fanny Erthrack! She kills them before they can speak! Then she seems totally innocent, even so!”
“What do you mean?! How can it be someone who knew they were doing it couldn't have called?!”
Again the two siblings looked at each other. This time the daughter decided to answer:
“We have it in them to seem so moral that no one can imagine it to be they who are behind the disappearances! At the same time they trivialize that some people 'seem unavailable' or so! One cannot easily imagine that they actually sell people to those slave traders!”
“Oh my! But now we've gotta call the police!”
“How come you don't think the police are influenced into taking their side! I mean they feel the need to avoid that also their people are caught and traded!”
“What the fuck do you expect me to believe! You say the police themselves dare not interfere?!”
“Oh the police don't have to care about us! It's not we who are the real people for them! We're not rich enough for them to have to care!”
The mother looked around in their hut and thought about how little food they'd had the last few days. “My, then! Let's hope we can talk to at least someone, like a preacher, then!”
“The preachers can't stop them! Because they have in them that they are the ones with weapons!”
“Then how come they do not get some guns or something?!”
“Because they wanna preserve their piety!”
The father looked serious and said: “Then we need to go to some other people! Assume the Muslims do have guns among their clergy! Shouldn't we go to them rather than being sold as slaves?!”
“I assume” his wife broke in “that you feel we can abandon Christ because he is peaceful?! But then you will have to face that Christ cannot help you when they are smarter than that guns are enough!”
Her husband sighed. “Look there is no real contradiction in saying it to the Muslims and turning to Christ for that type of mercy! Now let me go to the Muslims and tell them about it!”
Again their two children looked at each other before answering. But this time they spoke out at the same time. Both seem to wonder if the father really didn't fear the Muslim teachings would stop Christ from having the resurrection for him that could be there otherwise.
Again the father sighed. “Yeah, I fear it!” he responded. “But I can't fear it enough to not want to tell them!”
His wife looked at him. “Dear! Don't go to them if you don't feel sure that they won't entice you into abandoning Christ!”
He looked serious. “I have to try,” he answered. Then his expression became a bit decisive. “Indeed I'm going now!” he added, and left.
A few hours later the family had a report about that he had been shot!