Thanks, I'm usually better about that. Fixed in my comment as well.
Hasherm0n
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I think you're the first person I've seen correctly attribute this to the New Yorker instead of a 4chan green text or copy pasta.
This describes my CISO to a fucking tee.
That was the beginning of the end for me. I think by the time I got to that part the series had already been going downhill but I remember that being a really sharp turning point.
I tried to press on a little further. The introduction of the straw man nation with the innocent child king who's only existence was to be blown the fuck out by the brilliance of objectivism is when I finally decided I just couldn't go on.
Ooo, I was trying to think of what to answer in this thread and you just reminded me of another Orson Scott Card book, Empire.
Absolute trash. Prior to that I had read all of the Ender and Bean series and loved them. Didn't know much about Card personally, but picked up this book because it was supposed to be tied in with a video game I was looking forward too.
Reading this book is how I found out what a shitty person he really is. It was basically all him hitting you over the head with his shitty fascist ideology while jerking off to a bunch of military porn like a dollar store version of Tom Clancy. I never did play the game.
My sister's gateway was the Disney Pocahontas movie. She would have been around seven or eight when it was released in theaters. She fell in love with the story and the characters, knew all the songs etc... and so she wanted to learn more. So then she got real history books about the time period and biographies of Pocahontas.
And that's when she learned grown-up's lie.
I saw a quote years ago about "common sense" that really changed the way I thought about it. I wish I could remember now where it came from.
"The problem with common sense is that it is common, not good."
Lately I google for someone that should give me a direct, exact result. First five links are fucking paid ads.
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On the weekends, it was routine for me to hop on my bike once my chores were done and just take off. The rule was just had to be home by dinner time, or call from whichever friends house I was at if I couldn't make it back in time. No cell phones.