My comparisons

My comparisons

A Story by Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of Poetry

Another input: A debate is when a group of people, like ourselves, get into a discussion about a topic, but as alwys emotions get involved. This causes arguments and anger. Yet through suchanger you will discover things about the people you hold dearest to you. Things you never knew before then. Yes, somepeople can take it too far but only when a physical element is brought into the situation. We wouldn't debate something if we didn't want to put a point across. I'll use Hitler as an example. He was victimised by Jews and other foreign residents of Germany. Now in his eyes he was a "War Hero" that should be respected. So when he was thrown to the ground by the German government he was left with nothing. And a fire was ignited when rich Jewish couples would walk past when they had never served in a war or fought the countrys enemies. So he walked into a tavern and spoke to his countrymen, and i'll use a quote from Julius Ceaser, and basically said "Friends Romans, countrymen lend me your ears". He cased a heated debate. But got through to those he wanted on his side and started "the German National Party" and the rest is history. That is what can come out of a heated debate. A result through pain and misery. Even though most hate the man, no-one can say he wasn't an amazing emptional speaker that got millions on his side. Same as "chavs", they just see anyone that isn't them an enemy. Sorry for the extremely long rant. I just wanted to get a point across <--- see!

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A simple outlook that creates sense in the mind, well placed, good read.

Posted 12 Years Ago


The logic of war is simple. The loser was the demons. Hitler is on a different level then most leaders of countries who were in war. President Bush was wanted for murder at one time. He went to Iraq to find weapon of mass destruction and found nada. The killing of Jews, the handicap and the Gypsies. Some leaders died in torment. President Truman felt guilt for killing so many in the three cities in Japan when the atom bombs were drops. Stalin killed more then Hitler. He killed his own people. Some deeds in war can't be forgiven. Many men in history tried to destroy a people and a culture. Hitler and Stalin are the one we have in the last 100 years we can remember.. Look at Bosnia. Many men did terrible things. In Africa whole cities are gone. We live in a mad world. In some places human life isn't worth much. A powerful story. I love history. I believe a leader need to be a master of history. It will repeat itself. Look at world history. A excellent story.
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Posted 12 Years Ago


Kewl, I actually will argue for the sake of it at times, even spinning the argumet so I am rite even if Im wrong hehe

But to truly argue well one must be well informed and yes, emotion, as it does, clouds all judgement therefore a true resolution cannot be found



Posted 12 Years Ago


Sometimes we need to speak our mind my friend.

Posted 12 Years Ago


i can agree that we can acknowledge the strengths of these highly influential people (whether they used their influence for good or evil)

like you said; people get emotionally attached to their convictions which might indicate a lack of weighing traits without attachments.



Posted 12 Years Ago



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I am Sherb of Sherbs Dreaming tree, Come inside and see, My marvellous range of tea. Haha Im Sherb I love poetry, it was my life for wuite a while and i have been suffering an 18 month block .. more..

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