Which Fire Emblem game should I get for the Switch?
There are a few, if I remember correctly.
Latest one I had was Path of Radiance for the GCube.
The moden "liberal" is a sociopath.
All the over-emotion, the hyper-empathy and altruism. It's all just a charade.
It's all performance art for them. They don't really "care" about the refugees (or the people affected by them, for that matter), they don't really "care" about XYZ minority. They don't really care.
It's just a game; who can signal best, and the hardest.
The real people affected, on all sides, aren't the focus. The focus is THEM.
And that's where the sociopathy comes in. They view people as the sociopathic elite in charge do. As pawns to play with.
This has got to be some of the finest combat footage of taking field-fortifications ever released, tbqh.
Crisp.
And it has a wholesome ending as the last Ukrainian trooper manages to get his dog to come to him before he escapes.
You might not like it, but this is what the peak girl fight looks like.
Isn’t it strange how, every single day for the past couple of weeks now, a new platoon or company of UA makes a video of their guys refusing to be used as “cannon-fodder” (their words not mine) and basically saying that they’re not dying in a pointless “hold at all costs” scenario (which is what Zelinsky demands).
But the Western media is telling us how the Rushns are getting trounced.
This is the same media that awards press freedom medals while denying any Rushn media an outlet.
I fucking can’t stand Clown World (TM).
I AM !
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
And e'en the dearest--that I loved the best--
Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.
I long for scenes where man has never trod;
A place where woman never smil'd or wept;
There to abide with my creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
The grass below--above the vaulted sky.
- John Clare
I don't know man, whatever...