But we are one, right? We are all one, so your wallet is also my wallet, and I say I take it from me (you) and give it to me (me) Like moving it from one pocket to the other. But now, since I asked for something *real* , *suddenly* I am the other. If you truly believe we are all one, you will happily give me whatever I ask for, because you are just giving it to yourself. Or, we aren't one, we are two. And you can't decide when I am in need, I do. And nobody but a fool or a conman would suggest otherwise. Cliched pap doesn't make us one, no matter how many times you say it. If you want to relate to me - really become "one" - that is, a group that shares opinions, you need to relate to people. But since you have already othered me a dozen times and mind read, you still haven't convinced me you aren't a kike. You equivocate use vagaries, and accuse people of things that aren't true. That's how kikes use language. They use it that way because a less critical ear or eye might nod stupidly at your cliches. So speak plainly: What makes you, a vague, equivocating, sonofabitch, one with me?