Comments by "Matthew Ingerson" (@matthewingerson) on "David Pakman Show"
channel.
-
15
-
7
-
6
-
6
-
@Honkin_Chonker
YOU'RE adorable. Who's supposed to be watching you and YOUR little shadow?
Whoever is supposed to be keeping an eye on you is failing miserably.
Not only are YOUR writing and grammar terrible, but YOU'RE obviously lacking in comprehensive reading skills as well.
Not to mention, YOUR inability to grasp historical contexts -- from politics to economics, humanitarianism to egoism, and authoritarianism to libertarianism -- is cause for embarrassment.
You don't even understand the definitions of basic words, such as Democrat and Republican, fascism, conservative, liberal, progressive, nor do you recognize how to apply them.
For example, (since you brought her up) Hillary Clinton is a conservative-Democrat/liberal-Republican. In America, the modern-day Democratic party is basically the Republic party from the 1980s. We may have two major parties in America, but they are both economically conservative in practice. Their policies are part of the reason YOU'RE so ignorant. :)
In other (better) 'western' and 'developed' nations, the present-day Democratic-party are considered conservatives, and the present-day Republic-party are considered fascist-authoritarians. In other (better) nations they have multiple political parties, instead of one party with two different names.
Those last two paragraphs may be difficult for you to grasp.
Just think of it this way: 95% of the present-day Republic-party politicians in America are fascists and 75% of the present-day Democratic-party politicians in America are conservatives or fascists. They are both right-wing parties. But while the Dems may seem 'radical' to some, it is the Repubs who are the 'extremists'.
I did it again, using those big words.
In even easier terms, Hillary Clinton is a knave ('knave' means 'fraud'). Just like most of the conservatives in the Republic-party, Hillary is a liar, cheater, and thief. Anything Hillary and the DNC did in 2016, they learned from right-wingers over the past 40 years.
I'm sorry. I went beyond YOUR educational level again.
Hillary Clinton is a Republican, not a Democrat. There.
Now we're finished with that.
-----
You, on the other hand, come across sounding like YOU'RE a libertarian who has been left alone too long and has gone looney. Or perhaps YOU'RE a little nuisance who has been given a keyboard and insufficient instruction.
If YOU'RE under 18: Report YOUR parents for neglect.
If YOU'RE over 18: Have fun on the deserted island of YOUR mind, looney libertarian.
God bless YOUR little heart :)
5
-
5
-
4
-
4
-
@Scott -- Trump knows as much about negotiating now, as I did 30 years ago.
I'll try to explain...
When I was three years old, and under the charge of my aunt one afternoon, we went to a YMCA track meet which was held at our local fairgrounds. My older cousins were participating, while I was a tiny, amazed spectator.
The local fairgrounds aren't very large, but for a three-year-old, the place seemed huge. At one point, my aunt wanted to bring all of the kids to the bathroom at the same time. The bathrooms weren't very far away, but far enough away so that my impatient, inept aunt didn't want to have to walk the one-tenth of a mile a second time. But I didn't have to use the bathroom then. So we walked back to where we were sitting and we watched the rest of the track meet.
My aunt and many of the other adults in my family live by ignorant adages and foolish practices. For example; "eat now (even if you're not hungry) or don't eat at all" and "go to the bathroom now (even if you don't have to go to the bathroom) or don't go to the bathroom at all." These kinds of methods were selectively-applied constants throughout my childhood. Some kids were held to the standards of these archaic sayings, and some kids were allowed exceptions. I was not an exception.
Upon preparing to leave to go home, I told my aunt that I had to go to the bathroom, but she would not take me. Because I had "chosen" to not go earlier (because I didn't have to go then), I was deprived of the opportunity to perform my duty when the doodie became pressing, and I do mean pressssssing.
I could see the bathrooms. As I said, the fairgrounds are not very large, and they are very flat. But I was too young to go by myself and, since this was the 1980's when abuse and neglect were still widely accepted, no other adult or fellow-child would stand up for me. So, we walked to the car, which was farther away than the bathrooms were, and we all piled in for the 20-minute drive home.
On the ride home, I had to sit on my aunt's lap. Since this was in the 1980s before my state had a seatbelt law, there were two adults and probably six or seven kids crammed into one car. We made the trip to my house, my aunt dropped me off with my mom, and my aunt went home.
Probably 10-minutes later, my mom is standing in front of me while I'm bawling my eyes out, and my mom picks up the phone to call my aunt.
My mom asks my aunt: "Do you know where your nephew is?"
~Silence
My mom: "He's in the bathroom, naked, crying, and the toilet is flooding all over the place!"
~Silence
My mom: "He took off his clothes, tried to flush his underwear down the toilet, and plugged it up! I can see his underwear in the toilet because they won't fit down the pipe!"
What happened was, on the way home from the track meet I couldn't hold my doodie anymore. So I did my duty in my underwear while I was sitting on my aunt's lap (which I'm sure she had to have realized, and then didn't tell my mom when I was dropped off at my house).
On the ride home, I thought (due to prior experiences and abuse) I would be in trouble for having shat in my pants. So, I took matters into my own hands to try and remedy the situation without involving my parents and thus avoiding any sort of unreasonable punishment.
When I got home I went straight to the bathroom. I took off my red shorts -- the 1980s kind, with white stripes down the sides -- I took off my Mickey-Mouse under-roos, and I flushed those bad boys right down the toilet as fast as I could.
I was only three!!
How could I have known what was going to happen!?
As far as I was concerned, every shitty-thing belonged in the toilet!!
Not only did I not know shit about which shitty-things did or didn't belong in the toilet, but I also didn't know shit about negotiating when I had to shit.
The moral of the story?
Trump knows the same thing about negotiating at 70 years old as I knew about negotiating at three years old.
Shit.
(Disclaimer: This is a true story. Don't steal it. I'm poor and I won't be able to do anything about it.)
4
-
4
-
Trump knows as much about negotiating now, as I did 30 years ago.
I'll try to explain...
When I was three years old, and under the charge of my aunt one afternoon, we went to a YMCA track meet which was held at our local fairgrounds. My older cousins were participating, while I was a tiny, amazed spectator.
The local fairgrounds aren't very large, but for a three-year-old, the place seemed huge. At one point, my aunt wanted to bring all of the kids to the bathroom at the same time. The bathrooms weren't very far away, but far enough away so that my impatient, inept aunt didn't want to have to walk the one-tenth of a mile a second time. But I didn't have to use the bathroom then. So we walked back to where we were sitting and we watched the rest of the track meet.
My aunt and many of the other adults in my family live by ignorant adages and foolish practices. For example; "eat now (even if you're not hungry) or don't eat at all" and "go to the bathroom now (even if you don't have to go to the bathroom) or don't go to the bathroom at all." These kinds of methods were selectively-applied constants throughout my childhood. Some kids were held to the standards of these archaic sayings, and some kids were allowed exceptions. I was not an exception.
Upon preparing to leave to go home, I told my aunt that I had to go to the bathroom, but she would not take me. Because I had "chosen" to not go earlier (because I didn't have to go then), I was deprived of the opportunity to perform my duty when the doodie became pressing, and I do mean pressssssing.
I could see the bathrooms. As I said, the fairgrounds are not very large, and they are very flat. But I was too young to go by myself and, since this was the 1980's when abuse and neglect were still widely accepted, no other adult or fellow-child would stand up for me. So, we walked to the car, which was farther away than the bathrooms were, and we all piled in for the 20-minute drive home.
On the ride home, I had to sit on my aunt's lap. Since this was in the 1980s before my state had a seatbelt law, there were two adults and probably six or seven kids crammed into one car. We made the trip to my house, my aunt dropped me off with my mom, and my aunt went home.
Probably 10-minutes later, my mom is standing in front of me while I'm bawling my eyes out, and my mom picks up the phone to call my aunt.
My mom asks my aunt: "Do you know where your nephew is?"
~Silence
My mom: "He's in the bathroom, naked, crying, and the toilet is flooding all over the place!"
~Silence
My mom: "He took off his clothes, tried to flush his underwear down the toilet, and plugged it up! I can see his underwear in the toilet because they won't fit down the pipe!"
What happened was, on the way home from the track meet I couldn't hold my doodie anymore. So I did my duty in my underwear while I was sitting on my aunt's lap (which I'm sure she had to have realized, and then didn't tell my mom when I was dropped off at my house).
On the ride home, I thought (due to prior experiences and abuse) I would be in trouble for having shat in my pants. So, I took matters into my own hands to try and remedy the situation without involving my parents and thus avoiding any sort of unreasonable punishment.
When I got home I went straight to the bathroom. I took off my red shorts -- the 1980s kind, with white stripes down the sides -- I took off my Mickey-Mouse under-roos, and I flushed those bad boys right down the toilet as fast as I could.
I was only three!!
How could I have known what was going to happen!?
As far as I was concerned, every shitty-thing belonged in the toilet!!
Not only did I not know shit about which shitty-things did or didn't belong in the toilet, but I also didn't know shit about negotiating when I had to shit.
The moral of the story?
Trump knows the same thing about negotiating at 70 years old as I knew about negotiating at three years old.
Shit.
(Disclaimer: This is a true story. Don't steal it. I'm poor and I won't be able to do anything about it.)
3
-
3
-
2
-
2
-
2
-
Spoken like a couple of knave-trolls working for the masters of economic-manipulation within the slave-owner class.
Or, you could be a couple of fool-pawns, working for the masters of economic-manipulation within the slave-owner class without realizing it, all while thinking you have a chance of making it out of the slave-worker class.
I suppose it's more likely that you're a couple of fellows who don't comprehend economic-policy in a historical sense, let alone a modern one.
Just two regular old joe's who don't have the slightest inkling as to how the economics in this country has been drastically manipulated against them over the last 40-80-230 years -- more so than any 'harm' a student-loan-forgiveness plan could ever cause you.
/S
I have an idea. Let's do it your way. Instead of moving forward with new 'scary' ideas, let's just go backward - like, maybe back to when America was great, or something.
Let's just let the right-wing authoritarians within the Republic/Democrat one-party system keep knuckle-dragging us to the right, so the rest of the developed world can have a nice laugh.
In fact, let's go back even farther to when the world was greater -- straight back into monarchism/feudalism. Let the wealthy-class decide what's best for you.
Bring back Droit du seigneur!!!
/S
Poor, sad, sorry, ignoramuses -- Lord, help them -- they know not what they do.
2
-
2
-
2
-
1
-
1
-
1
-
1
-
1
-
1
-
1
-
1
-
1
-
1
-
1
-
1
-
1
-
@ytyehyeh
You don't have to explain your 'Uncle-Tom' syndrome to me. I understand it perfectly. I used to be the same way.
I used to make justifications for the hypocrisy, indecency, and addictions of the wealthy-class myself. I used to want to be just like them, but only because my interpretation of success had been skewed by the wealthy-class. I, too, was under-educated and gaslit.
For as long as humans have been keeping records, there have been exploiters and exploitees, employers and employees. For that entire time, the exploiters and employers have been rigging the systems in their favor, all while turning the exploitees and the employees against each other. And really, it's quite easy.
All the wealthy-class has had to do to ensure that the employees fight against each other to maintain inequality, is to make sure certain segments within the employees who are given a few crumbs more than other segments of employees -- just a few crumbs more and that is enough to trick employees into fighting each other.
Just a few cents more per hour, or an extra perk here and there, is enough to keep the workers fighting to protect the hierarchy which provides them a little more than others -- rather than deciding to stand together for equality for all employees.
You have a decent life, it seems -- I mean, we've both got time to put towards arguing with strangers, so we're not so hard-pressed for resources that we've got to get back to scheming for our next meal -- but I'm sure your life isn't a cake-walk. Nor is mine. In fact, my life is rather dreary. But I'm not in the worst position.
I know for a fact there are people who have it harder than I do. I also know that there is a chance I could slip further into the depths of societal-despair. I know for a fact that I could end up homeless any day, at the whims of a wealthy-class who care more about themselves than maintaining the domicile of me and my fellow citizens in the working-class. But the possibility of greater difficulties doesn't make me want to succumb to the destiny the wealthy-class has for me.
I don't want to live out my days feeling like I'm a slave to the second or third-tiers of society. I grew up being taught about equality, only to come to realize that there is no equality. Slowly over time, like most of us, I just came to accept it. I came to aspire to be an exploiter/employer, to capitalize on the weaknesses and ignorances of the exploitable employees. But I eventually realized the crumb-structure, and it's ok if you haven't. There are many like you. I can't save everyone.
We live in an oligarchy, not a democracy. If you want to continue to live the lifestyle of skewed-realities and repressed-possibilities that's your choice. If you want to continue down the path of "this is bad and I do not like it, so I will support mediocre changes, but I will not commit to systemic and systematic change," then that's your choice.
But eventually, sides will have to be chosen. Maybe not by you and me, but by the future generation. It's happening now -- the wealthy are manipulating the poor into firmly choosing sides. In this country, the wealthy have tricked the poor into thinking the Republicans and Democrats are actually on opposing sides when they are very much the same party -- the party of no-government to regulate big-business and big-government to regulate small-businesses and families; the party of environmental and human exploitation; the party of low-taxes on the wealthy-class and high-taxes on the poor-class; the party of wars-for-wealthy-prosperity. I could go on.
In other countries, where there are more political parties and a greater freedom-of-choice politically, the Republicans and the Democrats would either be the same party or part of a coalition-government. In countries where they have more political parties and more freedom of political-choice, they laugh at us because of how ignorant we are. They laugh that we have been tricked by the greed and exploitation which rule us.
I don't have kids, and I don't plan on having any (I'm in my late 30's). I practice abstinence so as not to subject any other human beings to this debacle of a world. Especially now that I'm speaking up for equality -- which would mean the demise of the wealthy ruling-class -- I am very cautious about having children who could one day persecuted for the beliefs of their father by that ruling-class. Speaking of humans keeping records: now that your opinions are forever recorded into the record books of history (yes, this is all being recorded), are you so sure that one day your children won't be persecuted for the beliefs of their father, who stood up for the hierarchy and inequality of the exploiters and employers within the ruling wealthy-class?
You might think this all sounds far fetched, but I implore you to seek out history: slave-workers always rise-up. It's only a matter of time. Both sides always lose. Both sides endure devastation and trauma. Sometimes the wealthy prevail, sometimes the workers prevail, but both sides suffer. Do you want you and yours to be on the side of the exploiters or the exploited? I know which side I'm on -- not halfway, not sometimes, not when it's convenient -- I am on the side of the exploited, the weak, the oppressed, the repressed and the less-fortunate working-class.
Maybe you're a fool, maybe you're a knave, and while there are those folks in the working-class who would ridicule you for standing up for the wealthy-class -- those who would lump you into the guillotine lines with the wealthy-class -- I am not one of them. If you're not a knave and only a fool, then you can be taught.
You can be shown how your support for half-measures only serves the wealthy-class. Just in my short life, the wealthy-class has been using right-wing economics and an authoritarian-sociology to maintain their levels of inequality -- the wealthy have been at it for the entirety of history before we were born -- and if I can be a part of a peaceful-movement to lessen that inequality, then that's what I'm going to do. I won't vote for folks -- Republicans or Democrats -- who vote to send poor people to war with other poor people behind the guise of 'freedom'. Neither will I vote for half-measures. (Honestly, I don't vote period because there hasn't been anyone worth voting for until now, and I still may not vote).
I suppose on that note, I'll admit, I may not be doing all the best and right things, but my heart and my mind are in the right place. Maybe yours are too.
But let me encourage you to be even bolder: Fight for those who are worse off than you.
Forgiving student debt or any other kind of debt that burdens the poor and working-class, in the long run, will benefit everyone in our society more equally than the unequal-benefits of keeping those folks indebted to the wealthy-class. Jubilees have been a part of history since the beginning. In the past, there are examples where that practice was good for the working-class. But in our lifetime, the wealthy-class has been manipulating the jubilees to benefit themselves.
I'm done with jubilee-subsidies for wealthy-class corporations. I'm done with jubilee-tax breaks for the wealthy-class. I'm done with any jubilee that mobilizes resources or specie unequally-upward instead of equally-outward.
I don't care if the electrical grid goes down, I don't care if supply-chains break down. I don't care if life gets harder (life is already hard). I would much rather bring down the wealthy-class to our level than to strive to be like them, ever again. I would rather a system whereby everyone had to do physical labor for food, clothes, and shelter, rather than support a system of exploitation whereby some folks do absolutely no physical labor.
Speaking of inequality -- here is just one example, and not directly related to the topic at hand: https://www.wlwt.com/article/police-store-clerk-fires-shot-during-robbery-attempt-2-in-custody/31084230
That's probably enough.
I would say, "take care of yourself" -- but I mean, "take care of others."
1
-
1
-
@klavczarkalafan4191 You can replace "capitalism" with "RW-politics." Because ALL of the RW-political-systems involve the things that you associated with Capitalism / Neoliberalism in your comment. And you wrote it so well, too.
RW-politics are anti-working-class & anti-democratarian politics.
RW-politics are pro-wealthy-class and pro-authoritarian politics.
ALL of the RW-political-systems are just systems of slavery with different names.
Monarchism, Feudalism, Republicanism, Capitalism, Corporatism, and Fascism are ALL system in which the wealthy-class rules over the working-class, just like slavery.
ALL of the empires throughout history have operated this way: the Egyptian-Pharaohs, The Ottomans, The British, the Confdrates, the N@z!s, and now the US empire. And there are others that I haven't listed, and others I don't even know about.
However, as a Christian, I don't believe that this dynamic -- the wealthy-class waging class-war upon the working-class -- will ever end. And if it does end, it won't likely be in my lifetime.
Although, I would like to live long enough to see the US empire come to the same result as the past empires.
Again, I enjoyed your well-written comment, and I hope mine was any bit helpful.
1
-
1
-
1