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TRUMP SAYS HE DOESN'T GET INSULTED Yesterday, Trump said "I never get insulted......I've learned not to get insulted"......... is a lack of self-awareness so great it cannot fail to illustrate the depths of his dishonesty.......a glaringly obvious neurosis......a psychological illness makes him totally unfit for office.......an existential threat to America and the world......... The fact his followers don't recognize his madness makes me wonder about their mental health, which always brings me to the edge of the cliff, beyond which stretches the wide chasm is Faith......... strange border-land beyond which stretches the landscape of madness...An imaginary landscape depends on shared madness for corroboration...... Every day we witness how the religious right is confirming their conviction Faith can be applied outside the borders of religion and into the real world............They seem to think anything they agree is reality, is reality...just like it says in ..Hebrews -1.....Faith is the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things unseen........I can't imagine anything more dangerous if taken out of context and used as a maxim.........it makes willful ignorance a virtue..... |
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Geez.....it's impossible to post a coherent blog anymore on this site......words are missing......The C+P blogs don't seem to be as affected as the written ones.........I have corrected this blog twice and each time it posts correctly and then the next time I see it, words are missing again.......ARGh!!! 
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I remember when Mrs.Joe posted a photo she took of a bedside lamp-shade that had a cross on it.......she said that she interpreted the cross as a message of support from God. Thing is, that "cross" was just a shadow of the metal hardware in the lamp-shade.....a perfectly logical result of ordinary physics......Illustrating how the religious mind operates to corroborate their wishful thinking.......when the mind finds evidence for things unseen by filtering the world through the rose-tinted glasses of things hoped for.
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