Silicon Investor (SI) -- The First Internet Community

STOCKTALK

We've detected that you're using an ad content blocking browser plug-in or feature. Ads provide a critical source of revenue to the continued operation of Silicon Investor. We ask that you disable ad blocking while on Silicon Investor in the best interests of our community. If you are not using an ad blocker but are still receiving this message, make sure your browser's tracking protection is set to the 'standard' level.

Politics : Formerly About Advanced Micro Devices -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: bruwin who wrote (1107420)	12/31/2018 6:53:38 PM
From: RetiredNow	Respond to of 1584578

That is definitely true. I've noted that they don't use facts and logic. Rather, it's nothing but rage and cursing that we see from them in their posts. That tells you all you need to know. They are tyrannical socialists at their core. You know why I still engage? I have a simple philosophy about all of this. I know that what they are doing is almost unstoppable, because I have been raised on the stories of what happened when Communism spread in the Soviet Union, in Cuba, and then last in Venezuela. I know the signs and steps the tyrants take to do their evil, and I see it happening here. The momentum and power they already have means they will almost inevitably win. So that makes me angry and sad, and since I'm old and retired, really all I have left is my words to use against them. So my philosophy is what Dylan Thomas told us to do: Do not go gentle into that good night Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953 Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.