Running As A Metaphor For How To Live Life

Everyone should have a physical activity they do regularly which acts as a metaphor for their attitude towards life. Running is an act of witnessing yourself constantly going forward, powered by your own strength, will and determination towards a finishing line which is nowhere in sight. A destination that you have to reach despite any pain that may try to afflict you, which you reassure yourself won't last forever, because it can't. You carry on and carry on, navigating any obstacles along the way before finally arriving at your goal with feelings of elation, because you've proved to yourself you could overcome the doubts and concerns you had had before setting off, and now have confirmed as a fact - that you do have what it takes to succeed after all.

And the reward for challenging yourself in this way is being endowed with even more strength, stamina, will power and belief to undertake an even greater challenge the next time. Whatever you invest in the accomplishment of your goal is returned to you, with interest!

Is Trump an unwitting pawn being played by the universe?

I wonder if Trump is nothing more than his name, nature's trump card, played in order to create the common ground humans have needed to exist for so long in order to finally unite? A pawn being moved in the cosmic game of chess he knows nothing of. The swansong of an archaic form of power clinging to cruelties it tells itself are former glories. Forced now to finally show its hand and go all in/out in its last stand.

It is possible for him to be the one poison capable of destroying the system that gave birth to him. Through the shameless and unapologetic use of his unjust freedoms, making visible and flaunting before all the way in which the previously unseen ways power could dominate and control its people at will, choosing instead to convert every act made into a symbolic currency that feeds his haemorrhaging ego and, he hopes, will carry him through to calmer waters on the other side.

He has chosen to become the unadulterated embodiment of what the capitalist system will allow to be created, but is making the fatal error of disclosing to the world exactly how and why he is doing it. As the truth about his agenda is evermore unveiled, by Trump himself, the ambiguity which he once could utilise to garner the support of those in a decisive limbo begins to evaporate, before finally only the hardcore, absolute disciples who have already made their decision to follow him to the bitter end no matter what transpires remain.

Having to ingest such a distilled concentration of power which has at last decided to abandon all fears about its appearance and intentions being judged I feel will lead to many people within Trump's camp to soon become violently sick. Vomiting up all that they have tried to stomach for so long in a desperate attempt to purge themselves.

In this way Trump helps to accelerate the formation of a global common ground through his demonstration to the world that man's power ought to be respected precisely because it has become so powerful, and therefore should be prioritized over our planet's ability to keep sustaining life. A delusion which we must snap out of finding so comically absurd and resist the urge to scoff at the manner in which we are entering potential oblivion.

Satirizing Satire with Satire

Satire: the great neutralising agent of the rage of injustice. Both the weapon to attack the enemy with and comfort blanket to retreat under when the tribulations of life become all too much. The nation's pressure valve. For those moments when you need to attack a formidable opponent and also demonstrate the futility of doing so. That unique armour piercing blade, fashioned over the ages by humanity's wittiest intelligentsia, who claim it will immobilise any opponent through the subtle manipulation of their psyche. Armed with the sharpest satire, they say you can defeat any opponent by simply agreeing with them more than they agree with themselves, and at once your enemy shall find themselves licking their wounds, boo-hooing to the winds. But beware of wicked fearmongers who will falsely tell you to beware of Snatchers; a terribly unsporting class of opponent who collect the barbed exaggerations you throw at them, then present them to their army of followers as proof you are supportive of their cause. Meanies.

stockfish for president

To play perfect chess, is to find the perfect way forward in the game.

If life is a game, and chess is a game, then chess is life, which would make chess engines the most successful decision makers in the world. Therefore Stockfish for President!