That actually made me laugh 
Also not to name call but I can’t stop reading his name as sphincter for Christ in my head. Sorry had to share, been saying sphincter in my head over and over
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So your response to your blatant lie that “the Soviets never dealt in slaves” is to present a false equivalence fallacy, did you think anyone is going to find this kind of dishonest misdirection at all compelling? You made yet another obviously false statement, and as if that dishonesty wasn’t enough, you ignored the evidence and created a thoroughly dishonest straw man.
You’re, your is a possessive pronoun.
Oh dear, that’s a massive own goal given your inability to demonstrate any objective evidence that any deity is even possible, despite repeated requests to do so.
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Just so that I can back up my statements about Tyre here, ready for when our miscreant mythology fanboy returns, here’s some screenshots I took of a quick Google Street View tour of Tyre, starting with two images of the Roman ruins at the Tyre World Heritage Site, followed by two images of the narrow streets in the restaurant quarter of the modern city …
That pretty much establishes that the bullshit in his favourite goat herder mythology on this subject IS bullshit.
Tell that to Ukraine.
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LOL: OPEN MOUTH INSERT FOOT: " Traditionally, Russian racism includes anti-Semitism and Tatarophobia, as well as hostility towards the various peoples of the Caucasus, Central Asia, East Asia and Africa.[1]
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Hmm, well having been toured East of the Old Iron Curtain by my Trade Union Grandfather, several times, back in the late fifties and sixties, I can assure you racism was very much alive and well in the USSR. The various nationalities despised each other and all of them despised Gypsies and those East of Moscow. Jews were invisible unless there was a scandal and then all the old stereotypes were published, even in kids propaganda comics. Of course that was lt varnished over during the tour but when left to our own devices in various places the bigotry and racism came flooding through.
Never overtly directed at us but…as we left, I wondered as a kid, who they were talking about and what they were saying. Classrooms are a great place to find out what the parents really think…
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Isn’t it just like humans to blame evil beings for our own shortcomings? If it wasn’t a god it was an evil being like Satan or one of his demons. Damn we are good at avoiding personal responsibility.
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Is your fantasy scenario supposed to be inserted into the real timeline before or after the Soviet Union’s untimely destruction of 20,000,000+ lives?
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Obviously you’re not talking about me…
Edit (as pure as the driven snow)
We can also add to this, the fact that the infamous Protocols of the Elders of Zion, a foetid little anti-Semitic tract, was published before the advent of the Soviet Union under the Tsars. The first publication of this nasty little screed dates back to 1903, 14 years before the Soviet union came into existence.
Plus, anti-Jewish progroms were a feature of the Russian political landscape a good many years before the emergence of the Soviet Union. One of the earliest was the Odessa Pogrom of 1821. 1881 to 1884 saw more pogroms, including a particualrly nasty one that erupted in Kiev in 1881, in the wake of the assassination of Tsar Alexander II.
1903 to 1906 saw more pogroms, in some cases of a particualrly bloody nature. Indeed, if memory serves, the muscal play Fiddler on the Roof was inspired by the events of one such pogrom. Indeed, the 1903 to 1906 porgroms were among the reasons Russian Jews started emigrating to America. I recall a particularly humourous line from that play, where two Jews are discussing where they will settle, viz:
Those who know that New York and Chicago are 712 miles apart smile at this.
I also wear women’s undergarments on Sundays
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Doesn’t everyone? All you are saying is you are not original.
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I once knitted a scarf for my grandma out of my own pubic hairs. She spilled some peanut butter on it and it unravelled in the washing machine and the plumber had to come to her house to fix her washing machine.
There was the other time I got fired from the Zoo for making the penguins uncomfortable. I told my employer that I was under the impression that the sexual harassment policy only extended to other human beings. She told me my conduct had been “inappropriate” and that the sexual harassment policy applied to animals as well. I later sued for wrongful dismissal and lost and was forced to pay a fine. I couldn’t pay the fine and was forced into thirty three days of community service, mostly cleaning up interstate 9 near the “Wallaby’s Superstore” down by Renton (if you’re familiar with the area).
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Hello? Is anyone there. I feel like I’m taking into a void.
Oh wait! Let me guess! And you have been calling him ‘daddy’ ever since? LOL
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No. I never had a dad. Left before I was born. I did track him down at the age of 29. Was a horrible let down. I was happier not knowing him under the childhood belief that had I, I would have loved him dearly. It turns out he’s a pompous oaf of a man, and I bless every day I grew up around my mother and half-brothers, becoming more and more like them. No. My father was never around. Was yours?
Nope. Very similar story. But unlike you, I also had no mother. Well… the mother I had didn’t really count. I left home at 16. I mentally left in the 5th or 6th grade. I was the asshole kid who was going to grow up to be like my fucking father., Dude, you want to compare shit stories? I got a thousand of them. One of the big reasons I have no fucking empathy for cry babies. Everyone gets shit on but those of us who survive keep moving forward no matter the challenge.
Chapter I
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost… I am hopeless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter II
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in this same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter III
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it there.
I still fall in… it’s a habit… but,
my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
Chapter IV
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
Chapter V
I walk down another street.
Portia Nelson
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Yeah bud. Let’s do it. I’ve got a few.
Hmm. I’ll start at 5 when I was sexually molested by the babysitter. Interesting story. Can’t recall all the details. Memories are pretty tightly repressed.
I don’t remember ever feeling normal after that. Can’t imagine why.
Fast forward to puberty where I quickly develop a bodily dysmorphia over my nose. Something to do with not having a father … not knowing why I look so ugly … could be because of the molestation too. 
who knows.
Keeps me away from the girls at least.
Yay! College days! Well, not so bad. Finally get over the dysmorphia (so I think) and make some good friends. Fall in love. Then she breaks my heart. Boo hoo. Such is life.
Then “annihilation anxiety” for six months. Have you heard of this type of anxiety, Cog? Do you understand the weight on the shoulders of someone carrying that type of moral responsibility? I’m sure you do. Or at least you’ve treated people with it.
Funny thing. Ten years ago, you could find a wiki entry on it. Nowadays, there’s not a trace of it.
Used to go under a few different names. “The unnameable anxiety” or “the unthinkable anxiety”. It sucks. Are you going to eat that? Mmm. Thanks!
Followed by a depression which, well - I don’t recall ever trying so hard to “put a name to a face” in my life.
Than the real hurt locker. I don’t know if you’ve heard of this one, “the grip”. Just wink twice if you know what I’m talking about.
It’s also funny, because Bhikkhu Thannisaro calls Nirvana “Unbinding”. Well, what I endured for four years between the ages of 21 and 25 was the opposite. A combination of a vice like grip on my mind (like a deadbolt had been locked in my head) but it was also evil and dirty. The kind of caked on shit you’d imagine goes into a bad batch of cement.
Four years of “that”. I’d later talk to the Buddha when I became a full blown schizophrenic. He’d say, “oh! Four years! Try seven. It’s worse.”
Most guys are “three monthers” at worst. It’s that odd transition between adolescence and adult hood which can be hard to traverse.
So, four years of “that” and then - came out of it as quickly as I went into it and … no complaints since then.
You know, Cog. The thing about suffering so much in our youth is that we can later experience so much joy. That’s why I have a special place in my heart for Nirvana and “Unbinding”. After being stuck in a vice grip headache for four years I went on a full blown year long spiritual journey.
I got laid a bunch of times and I also experienced this type of release where you no longer experience your body. The bonds of consciousness and matter loosen and you’re freed for a few moments. I dwelt in that state for about fifteen minutes. And, I’m not bragging here. I don’t consider my self lucky at all. “Unravelling” like that after being “bound up” so tightly is just a natural progression. I’m not proud at all. My mind became so “loose” that I couldn’t tell fact from fiction.
And so, I’ve heard voices ever since then. But. I couldn’t be happier. Except that I know what Hell is. I know it’s a state of eternal damnation. I know that God places you on the brink of it, and you get to pretend like you’re not going there. You get to be oh so human with all of our cute little pretences and … shall we say … illusions of the impossible - that for me, a sort of “normal guy” Hell isn’t a prospect. Except it is! Yeah! Isn’t that nice? To know that there’s a Hell without an ounce of doubt in your mind? And that, without you understanding exactly “why”, there’s no good reason to think that you won’t be carried there after death.
No Buddha living the holy life, no amount of personal exertion, no amount of moral effort, no saviour in heaven, or … even if there were … not for you? All too human.
Ahhhhhhhhhh. Okay. Go ahead. Those are my stories. Let’s hear yours. I’ll start the camp fire and you get the grahm crackers. Tin Man can grab the marshmallows. All we need are sticks. Maybe Sheldon has some “sticks”?
I’m all honesty, I have no complaints. Sure the first 28 years of my life sucked. And the next 10 would be a big effort. But I’m on east street now. I’ve got a nice little heart condition which will probably turn into cardiac arrest at some point. But I’m ready for death. I have no qualms with death.
LOL… Feeling normal is not connected to your babysitter. It is simply the thing you have chosen to blame. There is no direct causal relationship outside the relationship you have created in your own mind. Kant demonstrated to us the importance of choice. If you put two billiard balls on a table and roll them at one another, physics can accurately predict the outcome. This is a causal relationship. Now what if you put a puppy on the pool table and roll a ball at it. What will the puppy do? Even if you train the puppy to roll the ball back, what will it do? Are you a pool ball or a puppy? Even puppies make choices. It may bark, ignore, attack, or even piss on the ball. It might develop a phobia of pool balls. What the puppy won’t do is blame the rolling ball for all the problems it has had in its life. It won’t blame the ball for feeling different from other puppies. To do that takes imagination and determination that puppies don’t have. Congratulations. Determinism died with Freudian Psychoanalysis.
Sigmund Freud’s theories and techniques, collectively known as psychoanalysis, were widely influential in the field of psychology in the early 20th century. However, in recent years, psychoanalysis has fallen out of favor in mainstream psychology, as many of its key concepts and theories have been challenged and found to be lacking in empirical support. While some practitioners still use psychoanalysis in their practices, it is considered a minority perspective within the field.
Get rid of the blame and set yourself free.