Hym "Oh, yeah. Yeah, I know. I mean, it insults me that they would treat the situation as though they are assessing my moral alignment and that they are going to grant me things that ARE MINE ALREADY... ALREADY MINE... From a place of moral superiority. Which they are not. That isn't happening. Furthermore, it speaks to the flaw of their moral conceptions because if they don't even have to do their little cluster of moral axioms actually to still be 'Good,' how are they supposed to accurately assess whether or not I am that when I don't have to do their cluster of moral axioms to be the thing they think they are in the absence of doing so. And THAT doesn't even get into the fact that it sole THEIR set of moral axioms and not some objective moral standard to which I am being held. It is an insult. They are doing that on purpose and they are doing it explicitly because of what I said about their religion."
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A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2million.