New study looks at two experiments in France surrounding conspiracy theories in the Charlie Hebdo attack. The article looks at the psychology of conspiracy theories as a source of social stigma. https://www.psypost.org/2018/12/stu...are-viewed-as-a-source-of-social-stigma-52736
Have you ever thought about the steps necessary to think? How do you think, if you never connect the dots, or read between the lines? Only a stupid conformist thinks without searching for causes. A wise man once said, Don't believe everything you read.
It's an interesting article....some merit to the idea that fear of non conformity would isolate some folks from expressing themselves openly. I think we went through that in the 1950s on a massive scale. I can see how the internet could hypnotize those willing to follow some Grand Wazoo down some whacko chosen path
Hopefully their next study will be on the phycological impact of typing on powerful prescription medications. Feh! This alter cocker such a shmegegge
Looking through that site of yours...Every article is about how to control mass thought. What a winner.
What about the impact of applying large quantities of spray tan over an extended period of time? Say 50 years
probably no worse than breathing hair spray for 3 hours every single morning and whatever butch wax he uses to plaster the sides down..I'd say his pores are so clogged from spray tan that he can't sweat anymore
It is quite the process. A fresh peruvian caterpillar is flown in daily, placed on his bald head, and suffocated with 3-4 cans of hairspray till it dies and thus stays in place.
I had a college roommate who went thru a large can of White Rain hairspray every week as he spend about two hours every morning after his long long shower getting ready for the day. He was homosexual. I agreed to allow him to be my roommate when he told me he was on his high school basketball team, was subsequently a member of a fraternity at OSU and had a fraternity calendar pinup girl of the month. Can't remember the fraternity but it was one of the jock ones. Then he told me he broke up with his girlfriend because she demanded too much of his time. Light bulb 1 turned on but I didn't recognize it. Next, he asked me to change his name on the mailbox from Jim to James. Lightbulb 2. Next, he put a small wooden windmill in our picture window with a tiny fairy figurine on a ladder. Lightbulb 3, a very powerful light, but not strong enough for Lanny. Last, my girlfriend worked with him at the old Lipman Wolf company, at that time recently bought out by Fredrick, Nelson and later bought out by Nordstrom. She told me everyone knew he was gay. Egad. Finally. lightbulb 4 woke me up. Then an old flame ex topless dancer from Portland stops by and spends the night with him. Perhaps, I was wrong. As if that weren't enough, one Saturday, his buddy, on the U.S. Olympic ski team stopped by for the evening. They went out and I headed for my usual haunts. When I got home, all was quiet and his room was dark so they must have been out. I got up in the morning, fixed some breakfast and started watching some NFL. Still all was quiet in his room. Then I heard a conversation in his room and they come out. His friend says goodbye and I shake his hand. I said "He James, when a buddy of yours stops by you don't have to double up." His room was famously decorated in pink and he had a women's hair dryer in his room, the sort where you sit in a chair and the hair dryer is on a tall stand which rotates over and onto his head. He would dry his hair for an hour or so every morning. I showed him my couch which folded down into a bed and I told him I had an extra pillow and a sleeping bag. He looks at me, smiles and says "That's okay, Lanny." Ding ding ding.
