I write a fib for days. I write this to him. I have an opinion that the whole modern culture is hysterical: canceling everything, exalting all minorities and all others, at the same time degrading the majority, by forcing the majority to repent for everything you want (you are white, you are rich, your ancestors sold slaves, but my ancestors from Rodzen are still remorseful) - all this can come from the post modern of these philosophers, who invented this rich wine, because they invented this nonsense, over wine Rich, because they made jokes, because they made jokes, because they made jokes, because they made jokes, they made jokes, in the face of rich wine, they did it, they did it, in the face of rich wine, in the face of this nonsense, because they did it, in spite of ridicule, in the face of ridicule) they did it, because they did it, in spite of the ridicule, in spite of ridicule, in the face of ridicule, in the face of the ridicule in the face of rich wine in the face of ridicule, they They did it, because they did it, by mocking, because they did it, in spite of mocking, because they did it, despite mocking, because they did it, because they did it, because they did it, because they then they brought them to universities and raised generations of useful idiots who fought not for life but to death with their status. Then Phoebe texts me back. It turns out that my philosophical conspiracy theory is already established - causes and effects are described more precisely and clearly (in the next post).