manipulate

Even the humblest Party member is expected to be competent, industrious, and even intelligent within narrow limits, but it is also necessary that he should be a credulous and ignorant fanatic whose prevailing moods are fear, hatred, adulation, and orgiastic triumph. In other words it is necessary that he should have the mentality appropriate to a state of war. It does not matter whether the war is actually happening, and, since no decisive victory is possible, it does not matter whether the war is going well or badly. All that is needed is that a state of war should exist.

The internet has become a carefully controlled and heavily monitored illusion. It has turned into both a circus and battleground. Popularity is rigged and can be bought. Censorship is in full effect. Popular opinion is fabricated, and the perception of a viewpoint's popularity is typically orchestrated and manipulated by legions of paid trolls. If you want to know the truth about somebody's true popularity and influence, look to the streets. If you want to know if a person is really guilty or innocent, study the facts yourself. Never judge anybody based on what you see or read on the internet. Information can easily be manipulated by the push of a few buttons.

It__ not about describing someone as that__ typically an attempt to make whatever they are comfortable for whoever we are. Instead, we may wish to skip the agenda of the description and embrace the wonder of the person.

The people__ silence is a tyrant__ greatest advocate. The less captives talked, the less they knew; the less they knew, the more they feared; and the more they feared, the more easily others could manipulate them to their own ends, the more easily the captives could be controlled.

Blessed is he who has learned to admire but not envy, to follow but not imitate, to praise but not flatter, and to lead but not manipulate.

Sam, Edilio__ a good guy,_ Albert said, breaking in on Sam__ gloomy thoughts. __ut like I said, he__l tell the rest of them. Once the council knows, everyone knows. If everyone knows how desperate things are, what do you think will happen?__am smiled without humor. __bout half the people will be great. The other half will freak.___nd people will end up getting killed,_ Albert said. He cocked his head sideways, trying his best to look like the idea had just occurred to him. __nd who is going to end up kicking butts? Who will end up playing Daddy and then be resented and blamed and finally told to go away?___ou__e gained new skills,_ Sam said bitterly. __ou used to just be about working harder than anyone else and being ambitious. You__e learning how to manipulate people.__lbert__ mouth twitched and his eyes flashed angrily. __ou__e not the only one walking around with a big load of responsibility on your shoulders, Sam. You play the big mean daddy who won__ let anyone have any fun, and I play the greedy businessman who is just looking out for himself. But don__ be stupid: maybe I am greedy, but without me no one eats. Or drinks.

When people close to me lie to me or try manipulating me, I feel like I know how the sun feels when the clouds steal the sun's thunder.

You know what, Sam? We created the council to take pressure off of you. Because you were falling apart.__am just stared at her. Not quite believing she__ said it. And Astrid seemed shocked herself. Shocked at the venom behind her own words.__ didn__ mean_,_ she started lamely, but then couldn__ find her way to explaining just what it was she didn__ mean.Sam shook his head. __ou know, even now, as long as we__e been together it still surprises me that you can be so ruthless.___uthless? Me?___ou will use anyone to get what you want. Say anything to get your way. Why was I ever even in charge?_ He stabbed an accusing finger at her. __ecause of you! Because you manipulated me into it. Why? So I would protect you and Little Pete. That__ all you cared about.___hat__ a lie!_ she said hotly.__ou know it__ the truth. And now you don__ have to bother manipulating me, you can just give me orders. Embarrass me. Undercut me. But as soon as some problem hits, guess what? It__l be, oh, please, Sam, save us.___nything I do, I do for everyone__ good,_ Astrid said.__eah, so you__e not just a genius now, you__e a saint.

It's the giving that makes one stronger, but sometimes the taking can make one weaker, if even vulnerable or blinding.

I__ mean? That__ the worst you can throw at me?___ean and self-pitying. Does that make it better?___nd what are you, Astrid?_ he shouted. __ smug know-it-all! You point your finger at me and say, __ey, Sam, you make the decisions, and you take all the heat.____h, it__ my fault? No way. I didn__ anoint you.___eah, you did, Astrid. You guilted me into it. You think I don__ know what you__e all about? You used me to protect Little Pete. You use me to get your way. You manipulate me anytime you feel like it.___ou really are a jerk, you know that?___o, I__ not a jerk, Astrid. You know what I am? I__ the guy getting people killed,_ Sam said quietly.Then, __y head is exploding from it. I can__ get my brain around it. I can__ do this. I can__ be that guy, Astrid, I__ a kid, I should be studying algebra or whatever. I should be hanging out. I should be watching TV.__is voice rose, higher and louder till he was screaming. __hat do you want from me? I__ not Little Pete__ father. I__ not everybody__ father. Do you ever stop to think what people are asking me to do? You know what they want me to do? Do you? They want me to kill my brother so the lights will come back on. They want me to kill kids! Kill Drake. Kill Diana. Get our own kids killed.__hat__ what they ask. Why not, Sam? Why aren__ you doing what you have to do, Sam? Tell kids to get eaten alive by zekes, Sam. Tell Edilio to dig some more holes in the square, Sam.__e had gone from yelling to sobbing. ____ fifteen years old. I__ fifteen.__e sat down hard on the edge of the bed. __h, my God, Astrid. It__ in my head, all these things. I can__ get rid of them. It__ like some filthy animal inside my head and I will never, ever, ever get rid of it. It makes me feel so bad. It__ disgusting. I want to throw up. I want to die. I want someone to shoot me in the head so I don__ have to think about everything.__strid was beside him, and her arms were around him. He was ashamed, but he couldn__ stop the tears. He was sobbing like he had when he was a little kid, like when he had a nightmare. Out of control. Sobbing.Gradually the spasms slowed. Then stopped. His breathing went from ragged to regular.____ really glad the lights weren__ on,_ Sam said. __ad enough you had to hear it._____ falling apart,_ he said.Astrid gave no answer, just held him close. And after what felt like a very long time, Sam moved away from her, gently putting distance between them again.__isten. You won__ ever tell anyone___o. But, Sam___lease don__ tell me it__ okay,_ Sam said. __on__ be nice to me anymore. Don__ even tell me you love me. I__ about a millimeter from falling apart again.___kay.

Rahul__ great idea, he said that having either darkness or too much white made someone__ sanity decay and made them easier to manipulate. In the dark, though, they felt they could hide, and in Rahul__ words... 'They can hide, but they can__ run' he used that like a mantra.

The problem that I think I have with God is often not a problem at all. Rather, it is most frequently a tired misperception where I have made God what I need Him to be in order to justify my rejection of Him.

It is actually a good survival strategy to manipulate twist, and reorganize the truth in a way that is more consistent with what we can psychologically tolerate.

One of the greatest challenge facing young people today, is thelarge scale availability of half truth__ and manipulated facts

If people would take me seriously, I__ never find out anything significant about them.

The food is ready,_ Zil announced to loud cheers.__ut we have something more important to do, first, before we can eat.__roans.__e have to carry out some justice.__hat earned a silent stare until Turk and Hank started raising their hands and yelling, showing the crowd how to act.__his mutant, this nonhuman scum here, this freak Hunter_ Zil pointed, arm stretched out, at his captive. __his chud deliberately murdered my best friend, Harry.___a troo,_ Hunter said. His mouth still didn__ work right. Brain damage, Zil supposed, from the little knock on his head. Half of Hunter__ face drooped like it wasn__ quite attached right. It made it easier for the crowd of kids to sneer at him, and Hunter, yelling in his drooling retard voice, wasn__ helping his case.__e__ a killer!_ Zil cried suddenly, smacking his fist into his palm.__ freak! A mutant!_ he cried. __nd we know what they__e like, right? They always have enough food. They run everything. They__e in charge and we__e all starving. Is that some kind of coincidence? No way.___a troo,_ Hunter moaned again.__ake him!_ Zil cried to Antoine and Hank. __ake him, the murdering mutant scum!__hey seized Hunter by the arms. He could walk, but only by dragging one leg. They half carried, half marched him across the plaza. They dragged him up the church steps.__ow,_ Zil said, __ere is how we__e going to do this._ He waved his hand toward the rope that Lance was unspooling back through the plaza.An expectant pause. A dangerous, giddy feeling. The smell of the meat had them all crazy. Zil could feel it.__ou all want some of this delicious venison?__hey roared their assent.__hen you__l all grab on to the rope.

When you're way too real, fake people be like: "You're a trip. I want somebody with real game (lies).

woMAN-ipulate or IMAGE-innateDid GOD create MAN in his own image? ORDid MAN create GOD in his own image?