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So You Want Objectivity, You Can't Handle Objectivity
Dualiity and the Self
Wed, 12/24/2008 - 12:09 — tabs The crux of the problem for some people is to understand that in the universe as in ones personality there is a duality. The practical application of that understanding is the issue, some people like Bill Clinton are able to understand both sides of the equation and use it to practical advantage. What follows is the abstraction of that concept and the how and why it works. It has been said of Bill Clinton that he is able to see and be able to argue both sides of an issue. This is the trait that has enabled him to become President of the USA, as it allowed him to connect with people of disparate views emotionally. However because of his own limitations of desperately wanting to be liked he is almost unable to define his own position. That is why he appears to be a chameleon, and send the conservatives into a tizzy, because there is nothing definable about him. Thus the sobriquet "Slick Willy." Conservatives generally want to be able to grab unto a definable position as in a yes or no answer. Conservatives do not want equivocation they want definability. Clinton takes on the likes and dislikes of the person he is talking to. This comes out of his early upbringing where his father was not present. So to overcome his own insecurities and be liked or feel included he had to take on the traits of the group he was around, while suppressing his own self. It is almost a sixth sense with him, he is very attuned to the opinions and emotions of others, in order to be liked by them. In general duality means there is either going to be an affirmative or a negative response to a question or issue. Most if not all people only pay attention to their own biases or ideology when considering an issue. They don't see the whole picture, their vision is limited. However there is a third position and that is a neutral wait and see either how things develop or wait for more information before making a decision. In order to go beyond mere partisan ideology or bias and not be held prisoner to your own ideology or bias one has to be able to present both sides of an argument with equal conviction. One has to be able to see that both sides of an argument are right or correct in its own way. It is like being able see an object from 2 different vantage points. Each offers its own perspective and nuance. Each both equally valid. That is duality...and one must understand duality to see the universe at it truly is...for it is only then that one can get to the center and see that it is neither good nor bad. but it is just what is happening. Once one reaches a position in the center one then can choose their own position, based upon their own likes and dislikes. However the difference is that one can discount, set aside or separate their own ideology from the facts when assessing a situation, because one understands the how and why of both sides of the equation. That choosing of your own position is ultimately the concept of finding the true self. |
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Kevin - Tabs is truly not a troll. He's just ... tabs... and while sometimes it may be difficult to see, if ya read between the lines, he does post some gems...
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I am at one with my duality...
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The above is not to imply that Clinton is a zen master.
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Clinton is NO ZEN master far from it...he could be one though..he isn't able to define his own position, he is amorphous..like the air, no definable shape.
He does not apparnetly have the courage to do it. For it takes taking a STAND against all odds if need be to define ones character. |
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Baiter.... |
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Marine, what is that button on your body armor? JOKER A peace symbol, sir. COLONEL Where'd you get it? JOKER I don't remember, sir. COLONEL What is that you've got written on your helmet? JOKER "Born to Kill," sir. COLONEL You write "Born to Kill" on your helmet and you wear a peace button. What's that supposed to be, some kind of sick joke?! JOKER No, sir. COLONEL You'd better get your head and your ass wired together, or I will take a giant shi! on you! JOKER Yes, sir. COLONEL Now answer my question or you'll be standing tall before the man. JOKER I think I was trying to suggest something about the duality of man, sir. COLONEL The what? JOKER The duality of man. The Jungian thing, sir. COLONEL Whose side are you on, son? JOKER Our side, sir. |
Seahawk...I ultimately am on my own side which may coincide with being on our side. If not wholly than largely.
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if not holy, then largess
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I can not escape being subjective or being biased, as it is part and parcel of being mortal men. The bias maybe as small as prefering blueberrys to strawberrys, but it never the less clouds our vision ever so slightly. Now compound bias. By being able to understand duality it allows me to see around the edges, to see that if we could drop our bias completely we would be standing in the light.
But by understanding duality it allows us to choose our own bias's, our own position. |
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Strawberries? Blueberries? No no no... everyone is doing pomegranates now!
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See your just a dedicated follower of fashion...and that is your Kink. |
By understanding duality we can change our opinion when new facts come along like. "I was for the war before I was against the war."
OR on April 8Th, 2008 Hillary said... Clinton, who continued making her case to the Obama supporter drew loud cheers from the crowd when she told the man: “I wish we could believe that we could get to universal health care, that we could turn the economy around, that we could end the home foreclosure crisis merely bay asking people to do it, by bringing them together, by pointing to a higher cause and expecting them to shelve their personal, ideological, personal and partisan advantages, that is not the way the world has ever worked.” Source CBS News, Fernado Suarez |
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You see if Bill was with a person who liked Blueberrys he would prefer blueberys, if strawberrys then he would prefer strawberrys and if Pomegranates then pomegrantes...however if he found through a poll that people overwhelmingily like Pomegranates then it would be pomegranates that he liked best of all.
where is the definability. Does he ever take a stand and stay yes blueberrys are wonderfull I agree but I like strawberrys best of all. At the risk of being booed by the crowd because he didn't even mention pomegranates. There is the tragic flaw in the man. And leadership requires that you have the courage to lead to the premise that strawberrys are best of all at the risk of being booed. True leadership is not a popularity contest, but saying and doing what you think is the best course of action, and being able to explain it. Ole Daniel Boone was a leader, he led men to where no white men had traversed before. He blazed a trail and people followed even though they thought that going beyond known civilization was to fall off the edge of the flat earth. |
Clinton could triangulate duality.
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First there is a mountain. Then there is no mountain. Then there is.
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And I heard the sound of one of your hands clapping. In the forest. With no one there to hear it. |
Since dear ol' dad didn't understand my previous reference, I'll offer a brief snippet from my book:
warbirds in flight, bringing the fight down to the ground the dirty ground make a hole, play a role, dirty ground spinning on 5 axes, see the vm now happy peach with the right chicken counting off one-two one-three but 4 is death, don't say it loud no reason to be proud propped up that stonking complex is meta fast but slowly losing grip on the last tip that he got, then forgot, then walked around a may pole hiding as an antenna signal. he had no signal. i want a signal |
YEAH..and I'll raise you one..Some say heavenly in its brillance and others mean and ruefull of the western dream .... But out here on the perimeter we is stoned immaculate
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I'm not a big Morrison fan. Heresy I know...
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Texas Radio and the Big Beat...is the reference to receiving the signal |
I think this one is a little better fit for a SoCal boy
I feel a hot wind on my shoulder And the touch of a world that is older I turn the switch and check the number I leave it on when in bed I slumber I hear the rhythms of the music I buy the product and never use it I hear the talking of the DJ Can't understand just what does he say? I'm on a mexican radio. I'm on a Mexican - whoah - radio I dial it in and tune the station They talk about the U.S. inflation I understand just a little No comprende, it's a riddle I'm on a mexican radio. I'm on a Mexican, whoa-Oh, radio I'm on a mexican radio. I'm on a Mexican, whoa-Oh, radio I wish I was in Tijuana Eating barbequed iguana I'd take requests on the telephone I'm on a wavelength far from home I feel a hot wind on my shoulder I dial it in from south of the border I hear the talking of the DJ Can't understand just what does he say? I'm on a mexican radio. I'm on a Mexican, whoa-Oh, radio I'm on a mexican radio. I'm on a Mexican, whoa-Oh, radio Radio radio... Radio radio... Radio radio... I'm on a mexican radio. I'm on a Mexican, whoa-Oh, radio I'm on a mexican radio. I'm on a Mexican, whoa-Oh, radio Radio radio... What does he say ? |
Crashing the Clash
ZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzoooooouuuuuuuuuuu........... .This is Radio Tabs IN THE PSYCHO SHADOW OF THE WHITE RIGHT HAND
THIS IS RADIO TABS ON PIRATE SATELLITE THIS IS NOT FREE EUROPE NOR AN ARMED FORCE NETWORK THIS IS RADIO TABS USING AUDIO AMMUNITION THIS IS RADIO TABS CAN WE GET THAT WORLD TO LISTEN? THIS IS RADIO TABS USING AURAL AMMUNITION THIS IS RADIO TABS CAN WE GET THAT WORLD TO LISTEN? THIS IS RADIO TABS ON PIRATE SATELLITE ORBITING YOUR LIVING ROOM, CASHING IN THE BILL OF RIGHTS THIS IS RADIO TABS ON PIRATE SATELLITE THIS IS RADIO TABS EVERYBODY HOLD ON TIGHT |
Hooodooo on your Vooodddoooo when you Dancin with Mr T....
Down in the graveyard where we have our tryst The air smells sweet, the air smells sick He never smiles, his mouth merely twists The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick But I know his name, he's called Mr. T. And one of these days he's gonna set you free Human skulls is hangin' right 'round his neck The palms of my hands is clammy and wet Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me Dancin' with Mr. T., with Mr. T., with Mr. T. Will it be poison put in my glass Will it be slow or will it be fast? The bite of a snake, the sting of a spider A drink of Belladonna on a Toussaint night Hiding in a corner in New York City Lookin' down a fourty-four in West Virginia I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me Dancin' with Mr. T., with Mr. T, with Mr T Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free Dancin', dancin' with Mr T. |
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Spark Of High Heeled Boys"
If you see something that looks like a star and it's shooting up out of the ground and your head is spinning from a loud guitar. And you just can't escape from the sound don't worry too much, it'll happen to you We were children once, playing with toys. And the thing that you're hearing is only the sound of the low spark of high-heeled boys. The percentage you're paying is too high priced while you're living beyond all your means. And the man in the suit has just bought a new car from the profit he's made on your dreams. But today you just read that the man was shot dead by a gun that didn't make any noise. But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest was the low spark of high-heeled boys. If you had just a minute to breathe and they granted you one final wish would you ask for something, like another chance. Or something similar as this don't worry too much, it'll happen to you as sure as your sorrows are joys. And the thing that disturbs you is only the sound of the low spark of high-heeled boys. The percentage you're paying is too high priced while you're living beyond all your means and the man in the suit has just bought a new car from the profit he's made on your dreams But today you just read that the man was shot dead by a gun that didn't make any noise But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest was the low spark of high-heeled boys....high-heeled boys. If I gave you everything that I own and asked for nothing in return Would you do the same for me, as I would for you? Or take me for a ride and strip me of everything, including my pride But spirit is something that no one destroys And the sound that I'm hearing is only the sound of the low spark of high-heeled boys. |
rainbow trout
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The Fish Cheer
GIVE ME AN F
GIVE ME A U GIVE ME A C GIVE ME A K Whats that spell .... whats that spell.... |
jumbo shrimp
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MEMO FROM TURNER
(London Years/Performance version) Didn't I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night? We were eating eggs in Sammy's when the black man there drew his knife. Aw, you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleeveless shirt, You know, that Spanish-speaking gentlemen, the one we all called "Kurt." Come now, gentleman, I know there's some mistake. How forgetful I'm becoming, now you fixed your business straight. I remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen fifty-six. You're a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick. You're a lashing, smashing hunk of man; Your sweat shines sweet and strong. Your organs working perfectly, but there's a part that's not screwed on. Weren't you at the Coke convention back in nineteen sixty-five You're the misbred, grey executive I've seen heavily advertised. You're the great, gray man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean. You're the man who squats behind the man who works the soft machine. Come now, gentleman, your love is all I crave. You'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing, laughing on my grave. When the old men do the fighting and the young men all look on. And the young girls eat their mothers' meat from tubes of plasticon. Be wary of these my gentle friends of all the skins you breed. They have a tasty habit - they eat the hands that bleed. So remember who you say you are and keep your noses clean. Boys will be boys and play with toys so be strong with your beast. Oh Rosie dear, don'tcha think it's queer, so stop me if you please. The baby is dead, my lady said, "You gentlemen, why you all work for me?" |
TV or not TV
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My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you My eyes have seen you Stand in your door When we meet inside Show me some more Show me some more Show me some more My eyes have seen you My eyes have seen you My eyes have seen you Turn and stare Fix your hair Move upstairs Move upstairs Move upstairs My eyes have seen you My eyes have seen you My eyes have seen you Free from disguise Gazing on a city under Television skies Television skies Television skies My eyes have seen you My eyes have seen you Eyes have seen you Let them photograph your soul Memorize your alleys On an endless roll |
Mother's little helper...
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A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city
strung out on lasers and slash-back blazers and ate all your razors while pulling the waiters talking bout Monroe and walking on snow white New York's a go-go and anything tastes nice poor little Greenie Jean Genie lives on his back The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks he's outrageous he screams and he bawls Jean Genie let yourself go! Sits like a man but he smiles like a reptile she loves him she loves him but just for a short while she'll scratch in the sand won't let go his hand he says he's a beautician and sells you nutrition and keeps all your dead hair for making up underwear poor little Greenie Jean Genie lives on his back The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks he's outrageous he screams and he bawls Jean Genie let yourself go! He's so simple minded he can't drive his module he bites on the neon and sleeps in a capsule loves to be loved loves to be loved Jean Genie lives on his back The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks he's outrageous he screams and he bawls Jean Genie let yourself go! |
Tabby:
Shut down the computer. Put on some trousers. Call a cab. Go to the Bellagio buffet. You should get in if you hurry. Go straight for the crab legs and the lamb cutlets. Half & half. You'll feel much better about yourself in no time. |
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