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Most geopolitics/war discussion forums are full of raging moraloids on various sides arguing over who's right and who's wrong.
What's worse is that 90% of them are un-self-aware hypocrites who first decide who is morally right and who is morally wrong based on their emotions and then sneethe a bunch of text to try to rationally justify their viewpoints.
Not that I think it doesn't matter who's morally right and wrong, but when it comes to objectively discussing geopoltiics and war it very much does not matter who's morally right and wrong
Where I can escape the moraloids? Gotta start up some forum where arguments from morality are just banned.
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The working title is:
So I married my father's business competitor's 19 year old tomboy daughter to secure the financial future of our company
It's a classic odd couple comedy juggling between the financial interests of global corporations and interpersonal comedy between an assertive tomboy girl and a shy guy with a heart of gold What do you think?
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im going soon for 2 days, cant be bothered to rent a car
will i run into human shit like the NYC metro
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We built this city
We built this city on rock and roll
Built this city
We built this city on rock and roll
Say you don't know me or recognize my face
Say you don't care who goes to that kind of place
Knee deep in the hoopla, sinking in your fight
Too many runaways eating up the night
Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember?
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Someone's always playing corporation games
Who cares, they're always changing corporation names
We just want to dance here, someone stole the stage
They call us irresponsible, write us off the page
Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember?
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
It's just another Sunday in a tired old street
Police have got the choke hold, oh, then we just lost the beat
Who counts the money underneath the bar?
Who rides the wrecking ball into our guitars?
Don't tell us you need us 'cause we're the ship of fools
Looking for America, coming through your schools