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...why is my youtube feed full of Jordan Peterson videos? I've never watched any of his shit
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7 yrs ago
I'll top the bill! I'll overkill! I have to find the will to carry on with the show! On with the show!
7 yrs ago
@Metadude Well, why not. If it works, it works.
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7 yrs ago
You also gotta remember partisan jokes only work for those on your side. Like if I make afor joke about the bloody Union, I'll get the support of my Northern friends but push away those Union folks.
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7 yrs ago
Ja, uff da. Ække godt det der
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If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
@vancexentan Rider is a conqueror at heart, of course that's her path.
@Vocab Oh, nono, Rider doesn't manipulate. Manipulation is the anti-thesis to Rider. She hates aristocracies, nobility, politics and the like, and manipulation is the driving root for that seed of greed. There's a reason she's Chaoyic Good and not Chaotic Neutral/Evil.
@Vocab Don't do this. You're supposed to be a cute poster that one just wants to cuddle to sleep. Let me be the creep and Grey be the wits, okay~?
@1charak2 What if Rider challenges her to make a highly effective variant of chloroform? Surely Locusta, the maker of poisons, can't resist a challenge!
@vancexentan Rider is very skilled at rousing the primal sides in people. I mean, she did conquer way too much in her life. So, thanks, I appreciate I could help~
@Grey We all know the reason Ilse summoned Rider was to learn how to live. I mean, the biggest life-loving conqueror, even oudoing Iskander in her love of life, teamed up with a mindless drone of a Master!
Eyh, Rider is loyal to her wife Börte... if she wasn't dead, that is. Their culture is just different, and sex is more of a necessity like food and water!
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">If you can keep your head when all about you <br> Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, <br>If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,<br> But make allowance for their doubting too; <br>If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,<br> Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,<br>Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,<br> And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:<br><br>If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; <br> If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; <br>If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster<br> And treat those two impostors just the same; <br>If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken<br> Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,<br>Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,<br> And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:<br><br>If you can make one heap of all your winnings<br> And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,<br>And lose, and start again at your beginnings<br> And never breathe a word about your loss;<br>If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew<br> To serve your turn long after they are gone, <br>And so hold on when there is nothing in you<br> Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’<br><br>If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, <br> Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,<br>If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,<br> If all men count with you, but none too much;<br>If you can fill the unforgiving minute<br> With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, <br>Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, <br> And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!</div>
