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So... We're making a bit of confusion. As you say, my world ends where my territory ends, but in fact I’m talking about MY world, not yours. I'm speaking only for myself; everything I've said is my worldview, my opinions. I write them precisely for this reason. Therefore, it's clear that these poor Nike children are working, but the work from Nike is not good, you understand? Not because it's hard or exhausting, but because it's unfair; the children are underpaid, unprotected, and work too many hours a day. So we can't talk about regular work, that is, work as I understand it. Regarding Stoney's comment, I really don’t understand what it has to do with anything, <<you don’t give a damn about what they say because you've already decided it's crap>>, and of course I "don’t give a damn" and I’ve decided it’s crap; until proven otherwise, my life is mine and I decide what is crap and what is not, for me. Thus, Stoney's argument goes nowhere. It's obvious, an attempt to twist the situation that doesn't work because to even try to spin things around, you need a certain cunning and quickness that Stoney lacks. Vortex almost manages to do it sometimes, but even those attempts go up in smoke in the end because when you lack guts, you lack the essential ingredients, and to make an omelette you need the eggs. :-)

Stoney, I don't understand the point of these abstract discussions; either we talk about a specific topic or I don't know what to say to you.

Panapp, the children of Nike work, but they are exploited, and why are they exploited? Because their families sell them to companies, which means they are the property of these companies. They are not free. To claim that the children who sew the balls "work" is like saying there are wild lions in the zoo. I shouldn't even have to respond to this nonsense, according to your logic.

An essential condition for work is freedom. This includes the freedom not to work. And it doesn't seem to me that people willingly went to extermination camps, nor were they free to leave. Everyone is free to work or to do nothing at all. In Auschwitz, no one could say "today I'm not doing anything" or "I'm stopping now because I'm tired." Don't you think?

Is there anything better to do than respond promptly to my "useless" posts?

Well, in the end I always end up talking about work. Who knows why.

Senseless outings are not fun, senseless outings are a pain in the ass, senseless idiot.

So, good, good everyone. I went to the sea for three days. I can't leave for a moment without panic breaking out. I've noticed that anyone who defines homosexuality as a disease, a behavioral dysfunction, or even just an abnormal thing, gets immediately lynched, but they're also, as they say in slang, "cagato il cazzo," meaning treated like a criminal while also being closely watched to see if they've actually understood anything. Most heterosexual people talk about gay people either with fake detachment, or with cheerful, progressive, and self-righteous enthusiasm (now I have to choose my words carefully... because any term could be taken out of context and used for any purpose... oh dear, I said "strumentalizzato," and now what happens?), or with disgust, or with indifference, like "do what you want, but not near me," which is maybe the approach that resembles mine the most, at least in daily life. I simply think that most people have lost the sense of their own existence, and hearing someone speak confidently about their own and others' sexuality, about women and men awakens petty reactions such as indignation, suspicion, envy, fear, and so forth. But the fact remains that however you want to frame it, yes, it's true, there are many of you and I am just one, and you mock me cheerfully, and I say silly things, and so on, but the fact is, you’ve been "cagà er cazzo" at me for a week, and those who want answers—and everyone ultimately wants answers—only want this: "Oh, really? And why like this? And why like that?" I don’t know why. I don't have the answer; the answer is within you. And yet, it’s wrong.

Panapp is indignant. One down. Oh, but I already understood that the guy was a bit weak. :-)

Make sure to wear the purple nail polish, okay? That green one doesn't suit you, really not, no no no.