Is America a WASP state?

Is America a WASP state?

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Its a shame really that you do not have an ounce of the graciousness of your home country India . Its a beautiful place and doesn't resemble the crassness you bring to the table.
 
When in Rome do as the Romans do. At least I leave the missiles at home when spreading my opinions.

I learnt it here at sciforums. Its all part of my education into the western notion of teaching savages.
 
S.A.M. said:
When in Rome do as the Romans do. At least I leave the missiles at home when spreading my opinions.

I learnt it here at sciforums. Its all part of my education into the western notion of teaching savages.
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Savages ?.
Wow.....a new term here .
Tell me more .
;);).
 
S.A.M. said:
When in Rome do as the Romans do. At least I leave the missiles at home when spreading my opinions.

I learnt it here at sciforums. Its all part of my education into the western notion of teaching savages.
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You're full of shit is what you. Its a case typical of women who do not get a little something something on occasion. WASP's call them spinsters. Go ahead. You can go run and report me now if you like.
 
mike47 said:
Savages ?.
Wow.....a new term here .
Tell me more .
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Do you like poetry? ;)

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http://books.google.co.in/books?id=...esult&ct=result&resnum=2#v=onepage&q=&f=false
 
Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.


Do you have an interest in literature?

Example moves the world more than doctrine. The great exemplars are the poets of action, and it makes little difference whether they be forces for good or forces for evil.

Henry Miller

You are a hateful person sam, more than hateful you are bitter.
 
Lucysnow said:
You're full of shit is what you. Its a case typical of women who do not get a little something something on occasion. WASP's call them spinsters. Go ahead. You can go run and report me now if you like.
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Nah I'm used to people telling me a little dick will change my opinions. Unfortunately its never actually worked like that. I was born opinionated and hardheaded. :D

Besides, its interesting that even women thinks their brains are guided by their cunts. Which is really entertaining. My brain works regardless of what goes on downstairs.

You are a hateful person sam, more than hateful you are bitter.
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Nah I don't hate anyone, its a waste of energy. I just like to point out when I think they are wrong. My methods are unorthodox, true. But thats because I take people at their word and expect them to stick to it.
 
S.A.M. said:
Nah I'm used to people telling me a little dick will change my opinions. Unfortunately its never actually worked like that. I was born opinionated and hardheaded. :D
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Little dicks? My dear you seem not to know how to choose wisely.

"One is not born a woman, but becomes one. "

Simone de Beauvoir
 
Lucysnow said:
Little dicks? My dear you seem not to know how to choose wisely.

"One is not born a woman, but becomes one. "

Simone de Beauvoir
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She's not my cup of tea, I'm not into open relationships where my mind is so open that my brains have fallen out.
 
Wasn't she? She was the one he went back to, because she wasn't going anywhere. Like the spare tire.
 
How little you know of the female figures in European history. She was the grandest courtesan of her day. She was the woman of means, education, style and wit who put all those dull pedantic uptight religious dried up house pets to shame.

She was as regal as a summer's day. Go read about her before you cast your ignorant dim witted perspectives on situations, nations or persons.
 
Sure she was. She was also deeply jealous and countered his countless affairs with a few long lasting passions of her own. Their sex life was over by the war and then she was a voyeur for his passions. Very liberated I'm sure.

But not my cup of tea.

Well, you could have it, all right, as long as you did not mind leaving a lot of human wreckage behind. The evidence can be found in de Beauvoir's calculatedly frank memoirs and in many letters between the two published after their deaths. Rowley rounds out the picture. Sartre preyed ruthlessly on confused young women, with de Beauvoir as his all-forgiving enabler. On several occasions, de Beauvoir would pursue an affair with one of her infatuated female students (while denying, throughout her life, that she had ever had sex with women) and then pass her lover along to Sartre. Together the two would excitedly dissect these affairs.

Sartre, the apostle of transparency, lied shamelessly to his mistresses, and to de Beauvoir too - "particularly to the Beaver," he once told an interviewer, using de Beauvoir's nickname.

Sartre, a pampered only child and an extreme narcissist, needed women, although not primarily for sex. Homely and acutely self-conscious, he laid siege to them, overcoming resistance with a tidal wave of words, his instrument of power. The sex act was merely a necessary prelude to the postgame analysis with Beauvoir over drinks at a café. Once alone, de Beauvoir, equally self-involved but more amorous, writhed in jealousy or shed floods of miserable tears. In public, she kept the image of their relationship carefully polished.
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Ah, the good life?
 
What you don't know? She was a woman of many men not one, something you wouldn't know much about not being able to even count one as conquered.

Tea? Tea is for two so of course its not for you!
 
Lucysnow said:
What you don't know? She was a woman of many men not one, something you wouldn't know much about not being able to even count one as conquered.

Tea? Tea is for two of course its not for you!
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She was a sad pathetic and probably very lonely woman.

You have the most romantic notions about people.
 
No dear loneliness is your lot. She was great enough to be remembered greatly and kindly which is more I can say for you. She didn't have cause for bitterness. Your taste is sour my dear no wonder the men abhor you save for work or toil (under the sheets mind you).
 
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