redarmy11 said:
Satyr, you intrigue me. Here's what kind of society I want:
- one where stealing is deemed wrong (to call it 'evil' would be a slight overemphasis), killing is deemed immoral and thieving unethical.
- One where everyone is treated with equal respect, regardless of race, sex, religion, yada yada, provided that they treat other people similarly
- One in which there's no war, poverty or unnecessary suffering.
You know... a sheeple society.
"You may say I'm a dreamer... but I'm not the only one".
Ha ha.
The thing is: you've criticised this viewpoint endlessly but haven't suggested what kind of moral system we might replace it with. Do you think moral codes serve
any useful purpose? Or would you prefer to dispose of morality altogether and the likes of you and me can fight with fists, boots and teeth for our raping and pillaging rights?
What kind of society do you want, Satyr? Please give the question a considered response - I'm genuinely intrigued.
I am satisfied with the present one.
But I’m not against morality.
I am against the hypocrisy concerning it.
Let’s call it what it is and not raise it to the status of universal, holiness.
Thieving and killing and raping is natural, that’s why it occurs no matter what rules we put before it, and we need to be programmed and repressed away from doing it.
But I’m a great believer in earning respect and rights and not being handed them.
Timocracy is my preferred political system.
It was the system that birthed hoplites in ancient Greece and was replaced by Democracy.
In it you earned your rights to vote and to be called a citizen. Along with your rights you had responsibilities and duties and obligations.
You had to sweat and bleed to keep them. They weren’t ensured or guaranteed.
When all became worthy of respect, for instance, we lost it.
Respect is based on fear.
No fear…no respect.
invert_nexus
Sweetums…you wanted my attention you got it.
I wasn’t ignoring you, I saw you there, beside me.
Did you get lonesome without someone stroking your head, doggy?
No crotch to sniff?
She’s around somewhers.
Just scream “Immigration Police!!!” and watch her scamper for the shadows.
I bet she’s snuggled in his manly, blue-collar arms as we speak.
He, a dumb, well-hung stallion, she, a capable, flexible rider.
What a cute couple they must make.
Ghoulish and Beefcake.
Don’t worry, you’ll get some, some day.
But why return to those ploys your absent regent invented for you?
No creativity?
I’m a girly-man.
There, satisfied?
I’m a flaming queen you wants a macho king like you on his side.
Do you swig that way, cupcake?
Be warned I have a tiny penis.