We take ugly tweets & memes & themes and try to make 'em purrdy. We also refer to ourselves in the third person plural—for credibility.
It IS an obvious typo, because the sentence makes no sense with the current parenthesis placement. In an otherwise IMPECCABLE piece.
Also, "long tradition of correcting women"?!? Why not make it about race too? Why stop there?
I thought we were fighting for the truth—WTF is happening?
It IS an obvious typo, because the sentence makes no sense with the current parenthesis placement. In an otherwise IMPECCABLE piece.
Also, "long tradition of correcting women"?!? Why not make it about race too? Why stop there?
I thought we were fighting for the truth—WTF is happening?
But that was too hard a pill to swallow, evidently. When your first reflex is to block allies who politely disagree, you're part of the problem.
But that was too hard a pill to swallow, evidently. When your first reflex is to block allies who politely disagree, you're part of the problem.
My first thought was devastation. Immediately followed by anger. #Kramnik, you narcissistic piece of shit. "What did I do?" Bullied someone who'd grown up looking up to you. Made baseless accusations that haunted this tender soul for over a year.
I grieve. I rage.
My first thought was devastation. Immediately followed by anger. #Kramnik, you narcissistic piece of shit. "What did I do?" Bullied someone who'd grown up looking up to you. Made baseless accusations that haunted this tender soul for over a year.
I grieve. I rage.
He was what we need more of in the world. Desperately.
He was what we need more of in the world. Desperately.
But this hits differently because this wasn't just a personality. This was the type of human being the world has grown dangerously short of. Deeply empathetic. Incomparably brilliant. And humble. To a fault.
I'm not sad. I'm angry.
But this hits differently because this wasn't just a personality. This was the type of human being the world has grown dangerously short of. Deeply empathetic. Incomparably brilliant. And humble. To a fault.
I'm not sad. I'm angry.
My first thought was devastation.
My second was rage.
Kramnik — You fucking psychopathic narcissistic monster.
I haven't even been following chess these past two years. But the mark Danya left on me is indelible. This hurts more than it should. Or perhaps just as much.
My first thought was devastation.
My second was rage.
Kramnik — You fucking psychopathic narcissistic monster.
I haven't even been following chess these past two years. But the mark Danya left on me is indelible. This hurts more than it should. Or perhaps just as much.
The wrong people are dying.
The wrong people are dying.