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   XPost: alt.zen   
   From: wudao@wuji.net   
      
   Nobody wrote:   
   > liaM wrote:   
   >> On 7/26/2016 12:55 AM, Nobody in Particular wrote:   
   >>>   
   >>> No, he doesn't bully me; he tried once, it didn't work, he never tried   
   again.   
      
   Not everyone who goes to a boxing match enters the ring.   
      
   >>> No, he carefully picks only susceptible people for his victims, so he   
   >>> can puff himself up and brag about how they "crashed" after having   
   >>> thrown "ninja stars" into their minds.   
      
   Rings vary.   
      
   >>> This is a direct quote from him:   
   >>> "If some people can be mentally and emotionally maneuvered   
   >>> into a place where they can be more easily manipulated,   
   >>> then they are quite susceptible in the first place.   
   >>> Mental and emotional lapdogs or doormats, even if they   
   >>> act biggies and meanies."   
      
   Sounds as if there is some sort of a match being struck.   
      
   >> Tang shows the classic symptoms of stress induced paranoia, namely   
   >> preparation against and collection of information about prospective   
   >> enemies, i.e. the stuff that makes a control freak with weapons, ninja   
   >> stars, supposed Buddha quotes, to dominate or at the least, to put   
   >> himself out of reach from any attack.   
      
   There once was a guy with a rope.   
      
   >> Thus armed, he sits immobilized in his fortress with not the slightest   
   >> possibility to move out and regain freedom to grow and evolve as a human   
   >> being (let alone gain in "mental culture")   
   >>   
   >> Sad, is it not?   
      
   Some butterflies float. Some may dream   
   they are bees in a bonnet or Zhuangzi at the river bank.   
      
   >Very sad.   
      
   Some dreams are more sad than can be uttered.   
      
   >But most bullies are in such a sad self-induced state, wanting to be   
   >regarded as the biggest and meanest of all.   
      
   And The World Champion Dharma Combat winner is ... ...   
      
   >He invites bullying against himself, on his terms only, so he can show   
   >off how he is unaffected by such theater, regarding this as a desirable   
   >trait.   
      
   Tang has appeared to subscribe to a DC magazine   
   in which the ropes are skipped a few times and then,   
   after doing some other warm-up exercises, one enters   
   the Dharma Combat Boxing Ring of Truth, and listens   
   to see if a bell can float, like a butterfly, or sting,   
   like a frog or a turtle or some other, Ummm.   
      
   >It's funny how he sarcastically "thanks" people for attacking him   
   >strictly on his terms, inwardly gloating and congratulating himself that   
   >nothing can affect him.   
      
   Some Dharma Combat Veterans hold fast to the center of the ring.   
      
   The Wheel of Eighty Four turns around them as they turn   
   without turning on the Merry Go Round, looking for the Golden One.   
      
   They get something for grabbing it.   
   Tickets please. Tickets.   
      
   >I remember a story about how Josef Stalin gave an interview to a   
   >Buddhist nun. After the interview, the nun gave Stalin a hug. With tears   
   >in his eyes, he told her, "Nobody ever hugged me in my whole life." I   
   >envision Tang the same way. This would explain his ideal of a cold, dry   
   >human without any empathy whatsoever.   
   >   
      
   Projectors and projections vary. Hyperbole might be an art.   
      
   One time Tang was so cold and dry he was like Snow White.   
      
   And there were these Magnificent Seven who fought off   
   the Big Bad Bullies who didn't knead no stinking badges.   
      
   Suddenly, the scene shifted to another movie.   
   And in the middle was a subliminal message showing popcorn   
   and some sort of theater cola at the concession stand.   
      
   It was a Virtual Ride and the riders forgot to keep   
   their hands and feet inside the vehicle.   
      
   Many of them were lost and found in the lost and found   
   department of redundancy department.   
      
   For some, there was no help.   
   The desk was empty.   
      
   It was after hours that evening.   
   The help was at the bar.   
      
   It was the Know Holds Bard n Grilled where   
   the party had moved on to and dr'inks   
   were all for a free for all.   
      
   Bouncers bounced a round.   
      
   - as the sound of a silent bell sounded in the shadows   
   of boxing rings of truth boxers who boxed themselves   
   and others into a form of a puppet show on the screen -   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)