Well yes, it's a proven psychological fact that, really, one person cannot possibly care for another person any more than that another person cares about himself. Consciously or subconsciously, or both, the primitives think of themselves as worthless piles of excresence, which makes it impossible for the rest of us to care about them any more than we care about bird droppings or buffalo chips.
Walrus-face considers himself lower than the bottom of a slithering snake, and since that's the "price" at which he values himself, well, we can't possibly value him any higher than that, ourselves.
However, remember that this thread is written for two audiences here--the occasional decent and civilized person who's still interested in the subject (and admittedly, not many are any more), and the lurking primitives who still rush over to this thread in droves. The brain-damaged primitive himself's here twice a day, checking out this thread.
Well, since the bulk of the audience is now the primitives, and since this thread's winding down, now in its final nine days, I've been taking the opportunity to advise and counsel the primitives. We all know what happened to primitives who paid no heed to the advice and counsel of franksolich, the most famous of course being the red round one; if he'd heeded me eight years ago, he'd still be romping and frolicking on Skins's island.
Bad things happen to primitives who don't follow franksolich's advice and counsel.
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This current case of the brain-damaged primitive is eerily reminiscent of another primitive who paid no attention to my advice and counsel, Chief S itting Bull, the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive.
You might remember Redstone had a really bad "anger management" problem; he liked to hit people and things.
You might not remember that Redstone was also afflicted with some sort of horrible degenerative neuro-muscular atrophy.
For years--and it's all right here, in the archives of the DUmpster--I constantly reminded him that he had a rough road ahead for him, and that his rage and hate was going to cripple him, not help him, in dealing with this most dreadful thing. He had to become laid-back, mellow, indulgent, tolerant; it wasn't going to stop the affliction, but it'd gear him mentally, emotionally, and spiritually, to deal with it.
Redstone came over here every single day; I
know he read franksolich.
Walrus-face currently is in no better situation than Chief S itting Bull had been, what with half his eyesight and half his brain having been removed. The brain-damaged primitive's in really bad shape, and he's not making things easier on himself with all that rage and anger and hate that consumes him.
The brain-damaged primitive's
got to learn to sit back, relax, and love.
If he doesn't pay attention to this advice and counsel, well, there's that eerie parallel with Chief S itting Bull.
You might, or might not, remember that Redstone, who took
none of my advice, died two years ago.
By his own hand.
Bad things happen to primitives who don't follow franksolich's advice and counsel.
