Perpetually Horny | Anti-intellectual | Dumbo | Nobody's Favorite | Allegiance to the best argument and whoever propounds it.
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Awwn, and your juvenile protestations would arrogate the authority of sending my voice to you?🤣🤣🤣
Funny how, on equal footing, you’re unable to stand in the same rhetorical space with me, and now, with the power of the mob you suddenly possess the chutzpah to quote me?
🤣🤣🤣
Like the Pavlovian dog you are, I guess you’ve guzzled with sumptuous relish—so to speak, uncritically, the defective stories you’ve been told because it aligns with your defective priors?
Oh Jude, my fav cognitively impoverished ghoul!
Do you imagine we all partake of your peculiar malady, whereby some occult agency, perhaps from the 12th dimension, took possession of your conscious intellect and, since 2021, effectually stultified the limbs of your faculties?
Ah, finally, you finally come to terms with your inability to transverse from simple premises to obvious conclusions, or knowing the dictionary meaning of words, so you outsource it to LLM inferential engines to do the thinking for you.
Some progress, at last!
Jaydon, funny guy; he’s been sneaking, like the recreant Ephialtes of Trachis, unable to face me directly so his paltry excuse of a reasoning faculty won’t be further exposed, under others' tweets. Casting aspersions of poor logic.
As usual, our captain CIVILITY everyone.
These aggressively asserted, jaundiced posits, rendered with a pontifical air of peremptoriness, by a gull so miserably circumscribed in his cogitation as to be incapable of cognising the boundless elasticity of language, inexhaustibility of thought, & protean nature of culture😂
As predicted! 🤣🤣🤣
On and on, the scoundrel corroborates his inane stance and savage sensibility while offering nothing of substance.
Well, of course, except the barren advice to hallucinated kids from his fevered mind.
Lmao! The witless peon thinks whatever is beyond his extremely limited narrow gamut of understanding must, ipso facto, be gibberish.
With such a navel-gazing predicament, it’s a wonder that, given how far your head is up your keister, you’re unable to give yourself a blow-job.
Okay, okay.
You seem like a good sport, and I’m no unabashed bardolator(like Harold Bloom) who might “mystify” Shakespeare works.
And seeing that you seem to be an honest inquirer, shall we have a (threaded) conversation about the notes in your screenshot?
One insensible to the variegated plenitude of signification through which it discloses its meanings, and whose inexhaustible possibilities admit of protean interpretation according to the historical, cultural, philosophical, and dramatic circumstances in which it is apprehended.
