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black hats

PostPosted: Wed Sep 16, 2020 4:15 am
by Ella Congreve
Since we've established murder as baby hats wrong, we can conclude he ought to be punished. After establishing if the Bear's action is worse than the Rabbit's we can ask how his punishment should differ, or if it should? Perhaps we believe that the Rabbit does not deserve to die over theft, as death and lost property are not equally harmful, but we do think that a punishment for killing someone could be death. In this way the Bear deserves the same punishment that the Rabbit received, even though in the Rabbit's case, such a punishment was unjust. This section can also touch on revenge, asking if it is different from punishment. This can introduce the idea of intentions coloring the morality of actions.

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I'd gone in to get to know party hat people -- my ordinary life just doesn't give me much in the way of opportunity to engage with Trump supporters, much less to see how they interact with each other in a space specifically made for them. I got to learn a lot -- much more than I bargained for -- and at an emotional price that I just wasn't prepared to pay, and by the time Trump himself took the stage I had already reached my internal breaking point. As the throng heaved and boomed, I clapped and nodded but made no noise myself. To my right, Eugene, my best friend for the day, was hopping up and down and yelling so hard his voice cracked.



It's one of the best feelings in the world. It's love, but more intense. The new-love thrill never fades a bit, even as the black hats relationship gets more established and starts feeling more secure. As long as things are going well between us, I feel a surge of joy that such a wonderful person could exist and be in my life. I think of them often, and it always feels like this. My idealization isn't like what the psychiatric materials about bpd describe. "Idealize" doesn't even feel like quite the right word. It suggests foolishness, wrongness, or at least being underinformed. But I'm not oblivious to a person's faults or ways they disappoint me, and Image I can adjust to new and unpleasant knowledge about them.