Got the day off, taking my nephew to an RHS garden. Usually goes something like this: Him: Look! More flowers! Me: You’re right, they smell really nice. Him: LOOK! MORE FLOWERS! Me: Wow! Him: Look! Look! Me: What can you see? Him: [looks at me like I’m an idiot]
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Be sweet. JBP provides his minions a paradigm, structure, a sense of purpose. He is their Kwisatz Haderach, as the Sakyong is to others.
Well indeed. Don't worry though, quasi-saviours are ultimately enhanced by cheap twitter jokes & out-group signalling.
