Out in Colorado there was a modern art contest. The paintings were judged on their beauty, skill, and totally uninhibited expression.
But there was something that the judges didn’t know until after the contest was over.
The work of art that won second place was not created by a human.
It was painted by a bear.
Somewhere up there, Kurt Vonnegut is smiling
So last night, at the always ironic hour of 3 AM, Barrack Obama’s people sent a text message to hundreds of thousands of supporters. It informed them that his vice presidential pick was Joe Biden, the senior senator from the great state of Delaware. This wasn’t very surprising to anyone who’s been paying attention to the rumors swirling for the past few weeks, but it might come as a shock to those who tuned out after Hillary dropped out of the race and are only now paying attention again. Back then, it seemed a near certainty that Obama was going to choose a Washington outsider as his running mate – Sebelius, perhaps, or Tim Kaine. But Biden? a 30-year senator who criticized Obama’s lack of experience in the primary? Really?
Really. And it’s actually quite a smart move.
Remember: In the democratic primary, Hillary Clinton underestimated the people’s desire for change. This was one of her fatal flaws – her image was so far out of sync with the politics of 2008 that she came across as antiquated – a 90’s candidate in a post-Bush world. Obama succeeded here because he was a relative unknown with a compelling message. Millions of people projected their dreams and desires onto him, and due to his powerful rhetoric and brilliant campagining, he pulled off an upset of epic proportions. It only made sense, then, that he would continue to foster and build this image, embracing his standing as the new FDR, JFK, or Regan – a political golden boy with the ability to waltz into the White House.
But the general election is a far different beast. Not only does Obama have to draw in Hillary’s democratic supporters, but he has to succeed with independents, undecideds, and all the other bizarre sects of the constituency who don’t have their minds made up long before the convention or debate. So team Obama spent the entire summer playing every note just right: There was the massive trip to Europe, complete with hundreds of thousands of foreigners cheering on the possibility of the man who could reshape America’s global image. The was the brilliant strategy of staying above the attack-ad fray on the national level, (all of the hopeful missives that clogged the airwaves during the olympics, specifically) while attacking McCain bitterly on the local level, especially on smaller channels in swing states. Positive media coverage, voter registration drives, big speeches…all those things coupled with McCain gaffe after McCain gaffe…you’d think the election would be over already.
But McCain gained steadily in the polls all summer long.
And that is why it will be Obama and Joe Biden this year, as opposed to Siebelius or Schweitzer or Kaine or any of the other mavericks. While Hillary realized too late that 2008 was going to be a change election, Obama realized just in time that people can’t handle too much change.
Oh, they like the idea of change, certainly, but humans (especially that particular breed of undecided voter) often will end up deciding to go with perceived safety over perceived risk. Right now, McCain has established himself as the default candidate – you can vote for him and know exactly what you’re getting, or you can vote for Obama and cross your fingers that the change he’s promising will be good for you. This is patently false, of course, but it’s become the meme and it has to end.
Obama has to brand McCain as the risky choice, the loose cannon who we can’t afford to have occupying the highest office in the land during his declining years. Having an elder statesman on his team, someone who’s been there and proven that he’s effective at getting things done for years will go a long way toward achieving this goal.
Here’s what Biden brings to the table:
1) He’s charismatic, especially in the age of the soundbite.
If you haven’t heard Biden speak or debate, go to your nearest YouTube and plug in his name. He has anger and candor, but always with poise and sanity – not like the sort of rants that McCain is prone to. For a great example of this, watch the following clip in its entirety. This is the video that got me pumped for the Obama/Biden ticket:
Plus, I’m sure most of you heard about his famous burn on Guilani (“Every sentence he speaks only has three words: a noun, a verb, and 9/11″). He’s also charismatic in a very different way than Obama – while he comes across as a JFK-style idealist, Biden is like an aging Springsteen – his voice oozes with a down-to-earth populist credibility that is impossible to fake.
2) He and Obama can play good cop/bad cop and maintain their consistency of message.
One of the things that Obama was getting slammed for this summer was for the increasing sharpness of his attacks on McCain. While I’m glad that he’s been doing this (being on the attack is certainly better than getting swiftboated out of the election), it’s made it harder for his message of hope to seem as poignant. With Biden, one of Washington’s most eager attack dogs for the left, Obama can simply delegate the dirty work. He can stick to hope and change, and Biden can slam McCain for misstep after misstep.
3) His past is a compelling, personal tale of the American Dream come true.
Joe Biden was the first of his family to go to college, and he comes from rural, working class Pennsylvanian roots. He nearly died from a brain aneurysm a few years ago, but fought hard and managed to fully regain his health. His wife is a schoolteacher. His son serves in the military, and is about to get shipped off to Iraq. His net worth is negligible, and he only owns one house.
In short, he is everything that John Edwards wanted to be.
In an election climate where John McCain forgets how many houses he owns and has a net worth of over 37 million, coming off an era of Clinton/Bush “royalty”, Obama and Biden represent a slice of America that must come out and support them if they are to win.
This should effectively end the lion’s share of Obama’s working class and Appalachian “problem”. Biden won’t put him over the edge in West Virginia or anything, but it should guarantee him Pennsylvania – a state that has been trending blue for years, but should now be all but certainly in the Obama column this season.
4) He helps Obama ameliorate his problems with experience, especially in the foreign policy arena.
You have to figure Obama is sick of hearing about how his lack of experience will cost him the race. And, indeed, it still might – but picking the most experienced possible running mate shores up one of his biggest weakness. A lot of people, especially elderly democrats and moderates, will feel safer about this ticket because they’ve known Biden for years.
Plus, since McCain seems hell bent on making this election about foreign policy experience (especially in light of the recent Russo-Georgian conflict), what better person to bring in than the head of the senate foreign relations committee?
Now, this isn’t to say that Biden isn’t without his problems. He’s a bit of a verbal loose cannon, and he’ll occasionally say something dumb because he’s constantly talking to the media. He voted for the Iraq war, though unlike Hillary he has since apologized for that vote and has been very vocal about getting out of the middle east. He undermined Obama a bit during the early days of the primary, though they seemed to get along better toward the end. He used to be very good friends with John McCain. He has too many lobbyist ties for comfort. He’s a bit too hawkish. His gun control stance is probably going to make the mountain west a bit of a harder reach for the dems this year.
In the end, though, I think the things I talked about above make a good enough case for Biden over anyone else. Plus, check out this chart of favorability ratings among the top VP candidates:
Candidate Dem Rep Ind Net Favorability
Clinton +55 -54 -18 -17 Biden +48 -39 +13 +22 Bayh +20 -20 +10 +10 Sebelius +16 -31 -3 -18 Kaine +6 -1 +1 +6Picking Clinton would have pissed off every possible republican crossover voter and a ton of independents as well. Picking Bayh would have angered too many democrats. Sebelius and Kaine are just too unknown. That leaves Biden, with his especially strong favorability among independents. He was simply the best choice.
I hope.
My great grandfather wrote the following letter to himself at the age of 36, in the year 1926. The fact that it reads a bit like many of my entires here amuses me. I guess I really am a chip off the ol’ block.
For my guidance after 50 years. To be opened and read and then followed to the letter on my 50th birthday.
Purpose – Realizing that 99% of people 50 years old and older are on the downward slope, I make these few notations in order that my own life may be guided, and my old age somewhat helped by the vision, the power, the judgment, the courage and the vigor of the world’s greatest asset – youth.
1. No man over 50 years old has an original idea.
2. No man’s judgment over 50 is sound.
3. The large majority of old men are fools, either pompous old men or seedy individuals, or men content to drift along expecting the world to show compassion for them.
4. We must justify our right to live.
a. Work is our salvation
b. Time – the great healer
5. The greatest factors of life –
a. Love and loyalty
b. The teachings of Jesus Christ
6. Remember always that we should always walk in the path of righteousness and humility.
I do not mean that life after 50 is hopeless, but I do feel that generations change so fast that it is with difficulty that men over fifty can realize the scope of it all.
Life is a beautiful proposition – it should never be viewed any way but from the position of an optimistic viewpoint. If we can take into consideration these facts that we recognize in youth regarding people over 50 and mould our life accordingly, then will we reap the full measure of life.
A. Service. Toward all a real worthwhile idea lived up to.
B. If we could combine the wisdom of our experiences with the vigor of youth then this combination should succeed.
C. Children – I believe that the future of children is well regulated by the Mother. I feel in this fact complete security for the future of our children.
D. Wealth. The great curse of mankind – the white man’s burden – unless properly controlled. The wealth of this Earth came out of the earth and someday will return. Here is a thought we should not forget or ever overlook. Consequently we should return to the farm, close to nature – get acquainted again with the soil and see the beauty of making things grow. Out in the open guided by the trees, flowers and elements of nature. Surely no one could be lonely or stray far from the paths of real service.
E. We must not forget youth – their right to live – their right to have ideas, their right to be heard.
We had our opportunity and how well we succeeded remains to be seen – surely we do not want to be a ‘cry baby’ and demand another turn. Life is so short; years cannot be wasted without making future generations suffer. Our big opportunity is preparing the way for the youth that follows. Here is the solution for life after 50. If earnestly, seriously, and conscientiously carried out would make one a world figure.
It would make life intensely interesting and develop your soul.
Things to stay away from:
1. Stories of the good old days
2. Investments in anything except savings banks and government bonds.
3. The idea that at 50 you are a world beater. You are only fooling yourself, disgusting your friends and playing on the sympathies of youth.
4. Visiting around the country – travel if you will, but remember that hotels are useful.
5. No one is interested in uninteresting conversation.
Remember:
1. Youth must be served. It has courage, power, and will to do; it can take chances; it will succeed, and rightly so.
2. People will listen to you out of respect. Be sure not to take advantage of their kindness.
3. Questionable stories that youth will not tolerate have no place in old age.
4. Women – The Rock on which many are wrecked – as well as saved. Ever keep the ideals of youth before you. They are the highest known. I hope that everyone present at the reading of this may look back with pride, feeling that they were never obliged to compromise their first ideals, but that they have been able always to follow the trail of their star.
I cannot help feeling how wise and powerful is the directing genius of this world. How simple He has made life, yet because of the simple laws which are so easily broken, cause people to become entangled.
How wonderful the opportunities –
How small the individual –
How blessed that we are allowed to be part of it.
Written this 17th day of March 1926, with ten years thought on this subject and representing my views for the future.
I am blessed with faithful friends and the noblest and finest of all women, Margery.
May I not falter, may I not disappoint but forge along the path which seems to be so clearly marked out for me.
Some lyrics for the end of summer, the end of camp, the end of many eras.
We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest. Shedding skin faster than skin can grow, and armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives: words, to meet and to define and to…
But you must know the same games that we played in dirt in dusty school yards has found a higher pitch and broader scale than we feared possible, and someone must be picked last, and one must bruise and one must fail.
And that still twitching bird was so deceived by a window. So we eulogized fondly, we dug deep and threw its elegant plumage and frantic black eyes in a hole and rushed out to kill something new so we could bury that too.
The first chapters of lives almost made us give up altogether, pushed towards tired forms of self immolation that seemed so original.
We must never stop watching the sky with our hands in our pockets, stop peering in windows when we know doors are shut, stop yelling small stories and bad jokes and sorrows. And my voice will scratch to yell many more, but before I spill the things I mean to hide away, or gouge my eyes with platitudes of sentiment, I’ll drown the urge for permanence and certainty; crouch down and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement.
- The Weakerthans, Sounds Familliar
Sorry I haven’t been posting lately. I’ve been busy at camp (making movies with the kids is tiring!) and getting ready for the great big move after hours. Since my brain is fried but I feel the need to put something here, I’ve decided to give everyone at second helping of the poor little rich boy!
Why is Richie blushing so hard on the cover of this issue? Could it have something to do with the fact that he is riding on a sold gold bicycle WHILE flying on his jetpack? I mean, what reason could he have for doing both at the same time other than showing up that kid in the background?
Umm…
So I guess Richie doing something only rich people can do in the foreground (in this case, driving a car with no wheels at age eight) while normal people stare on from the background is a common theme.
Only three issues later, Richie is doing almost the exact same thing, except this time his car has wheels and…well, you know what it looks like.
I think I’m starting to understand what’s going on here. Richie is SO UNBELIEVABLY RICH that he’s gone absolutely insane. Not only is he seeing an alien spaceship just moments after reading about it in the paper, but he is so preoccupied with money that he imagines it to be in the shape of a dollar sign. Maybe he really IS a poor little rich boy…
…And I’m pretty sure that whatever is going on here lends credence to my theory.
Clearly wealth doesn’t buy creativity. You couldn’t do better than “Mousey”, Richie? Really?
Richie Rich discovers why he is unable to get anyone pregnant.
Gloria wants to tell Richie to shove all that treasure up his butt and take her to a decent island with sand and, you know, a place to actually sit down. But I bet she won’t.
I will give a prize to anyone who can explain this pun to me. Honestly – what word is he riffing on? Cashew? Cash out? Cactus?
“Hmm. I’m bored. Maybe I can talk my poor friends into abjectly humiliating themselves by rolling my money around the street by their noses! That would sure be a hoot.”
Enough for tonight. Enjoy your weekend everyone!
Websites like this one expose Superman and Batman as the jerks they really are, but what about America’s “poor little rich boy”, Richie Rich? Let’s find out!
Wow, what a smarmy fellow. Not only does he live at 5,000,000 Money Lane, not only does he have his own yellow brick road MADE OF GOLD, not only are his light bulbs just really big rubies, but look at that hair. Would you trust a man with that hair?
Oh, hey guys. Here I am in the park looking at birds with my novelty-sized solid gold binoculars. Clearly that makes me the superior ornithologist.
Not only does my fabulous wealth give me enough time to play golf at age 8, but I’ve taken the time and money to build a machine that will help me cheat in this very unlikely scenario. Take that, poverty!
Who cares if my volcano ends up destroying a nearby town and devaluing the international gem market? I’m Richie Freakin’ Rich!
Who needs steroids when you can blatantly bribe a giant hulk of a man to pitch on your little league team?
Batman had some pretty lame villains, but I think we may have found the crappiest one yet.
The most interesting part of this cover isn’t the art so much as the art in conjunction with the subtitle. The silent witness? Is he planning on killing Gloria with that giant lollypop because she witnessed some of his illegal financial transactions?
Oil bet it does.
I was right – and only two issues later.
I’ll say it again: I lost a wallet full of comically oversized money that somehow implies massive wealth. Are you SURE you don’t have anything like that?
There are plenty more, but I think I’ve made my point.
This morning, for the first time since I can remember, I was absolutely thrilled to be shaken out of sleep by the obnoxious buzz of my alarm clock.
Why? Because I had a dream that I was watching Click.
Seriously. My list of films that I could never sit through again is stunningly small. I’d even be willing to give Johnny English, the only film I’ve ever walked out of the theater on, a second shot if I were dared to or something. Click, however, is a film that I will never, ever watch again. Ever. Here’s why:
(Note: in the following entry, I will spoil this film for you. I am doing this deliberately, so that you will never have to see it.)
1. It was my idea first.
One fine afternoon in, oh, probably November of Two Thousand and Five, I was walking back from class when I came up with a brilliant idea for a movie. I ran upstairs, burst into Pat’s room, and told him the news.
“Pat!” I shouted. “So what if I write this movie, and it’s about this guy who finds the remote control for the DVD of his life. He can suddenly access the main menu, and watch the special features and director’s commentary and stuff!”
“Dude,” he replied, “I think that’s the plot for the next Adam Sandler movie.”
Sure enough, I went online and first learned about Click. From then on, I was always resentful because, somewhere deep down, I still feel a little bit of propriety toward that idea.
2. It messes with time in a way that scares me half to death.
If you talk to my friend Eric, he will tell you that time is his nemesis. He and time have never played well together, and his epic struggles aren’t really against much more than the screwed-up way that he and time seem to interact.
While I don’t share his animosity, my deepest existential fears mostly have to do with eternity, with the future, and with the slow, endless sway that time has over all living things. Having experienced blackouts at different points in my life, I now know what it’s like to have lost entire swaths of memory: it’s not as though what happened during those points in time didn’t take place, but those actions and thoughts are swirling in an inaccessible morass of fragmented grey matter and faulty neurons.
Click brings all these fears to light. Once Sandler’s remote control starts skipping through his life, usually forcing him to miss any crucial moment during which he might get to redeem himself in the eyes of his rapidly-distancing family, time is completely out of his control. Sandler becomes trapped in his own sinking life, his body performing only the most basic functions for years as his mind “skips forward” and his wife and children grow old and resentful of what they simply view as a vacant, lazy, unloving family member. This is a fate worse than death, worse than anything – watching everyone you love kill themselves to try and snap you out of a trance that you only wake up to for a day or two every decade, watching the brutal results of your lifelong inactions.
I don’t want to change the world, but I would rather die than be a bad husband to whomever I marry, and a bad father to any children I may have. Click makes me scared that somehow time will come after me, suspending me in this lifeless hell as I watch my world burn.
3. It is the only movie, to date, that I have seriously cried during.
For all the aforementioned reasons, this one gets to me in a way that no tearjerker can. And having to tell people that the one movie you cried at was a dumb Adam Sandler film is kind of lame.
4. I watched it in the Spring of 2006.
Enough said, I suppose. Coming out of the end of a relationship where I was desperately trying to “save” someone, trying to preserve the flame of a romance that was rapidly dying as well as feeling helpless in the face of her then-progressing mental illness, the sheer futility present in this film really hit home. I felt powerless to do anything to improve that situation, and watching this film multiplied that feeling tenfold. Do not watch Click if your life in any way resembles mine at that time. Actually, don’t watch it no matter what.
5. Because all of that existential angst is bookmarked with a bunch of dumb jokes about dogs humping things.
Which is exactly what you don’t want to see right after the emotional climax of such a bleak film. It cheapens the whole experience, and reminds you that you’ve just been drama’d by an Adam Sandler film! Take that, film nerd credibility!
Anyway, that’s probably enough reasons, but if you need more just let me know. Friends don’t let friends watch Click.
First, a correction from yesterday: I said that the Iraq war only cost around 90 billion dollars. I meant 90 billion per YEAR, or more like 400-500 billion total. Yow.
Today, though, let’s talk about something else silly and confusing: how sex and violence are treated in modern American culture.
Here’s a little experiment for you to try: take a 10-12 year-old child, boy or girl, and sit them down in front of a movie they’ve never seen before. There’s no need to make it an R-rated film, or even a PG-13 flick. Find a PG movie that has a fair amount of fighting and a mild romantic subplot and see how the kid reacts to different parts of the film. I guarantee that the result for most children will be the same – they won’t bat an eyelash during the violence, no matter how bad it is, but the minute two people even think about kissing they will be asking you if this is an appropriate movie for kids to see.
Now, I am not advocating the censorship or further regulation of violence on the screen, but why is destruction viewed as a more culturally acceptable sight for an adolescent than creation? Why has sex become taboo to discuss to the point that the instant a child suspects they might see a kiss they begin asking for reassurance that the film is rated PG?
This is especially interesting in contrast to a culture that seems to be hypersexualizing on all cylinders, from advertising to celebrity worship to the way images of women are presented in order to tantalize the male postpubescent demographic. Plus, we keep getting told by the media that kids are having sex earlier and earlier – I mean, how many reports have you seen that wails about how 13-year-olds are blowing each other in the closet in between language arts and fourth period gym?
So which is it – are kids becoming sexual earlier, or is sex viewed by our youth as something scary and weird while shooting each other to death is seen as normal? And would either of these things be a good thing? Let’s tackle this one piece at a time.
I’m no expert, but it seems as though the perpetuation of violence in media targeted at children has had absolutely no negative affect on the violent crime rate in America. In fact, if you take a look at this page of statistics that cites various FBI sources on the trends of violence among teens, youth crime is down SIGNIFICANTLY since the proliferation of video game systems, the internet, and other forms of instant, modern communication!
On the other hand, as less and less information is discussed with children about sex, things on that end of the spectrum keep getting worse. According to a recent CDC study, more kids are having sex and using fewer condoms than ever before.
If I had to make a guess at how the behavior I’ve noticed in children 10-12 so rapidly turns into reckless promiscuity, I’d like to make the following metaphor:
Let’s pretend that humans don’t have to eat until they reach puberty. Until then, they can survive happily on nutrients found in air and water. Adults eat in secret, late at night, every night after the children go to bed. Food is seen as slightly shameful, and isn’t discussed much – though it’s alluded to in nearly every film and television show.
Children grow up learning that eating is bad – that they shouldn’t try it under any circumstances until they are old enough. They grow up sort of in fear of it, and their parents encourage this. After all, it’s better that they fear it than that they get too curious and break into the food supply late at night.
And then, one day, the kid gets a craving for a cookie. He (or she) knows it’s taboo, so one night when his father and mother are off at work he sneaks into the kitchen, opens the locked cuppboard, and tastes sugar for the first time.
It takes amazing.
If you were this kid, at this point, why wouldn’t you taste everything in sight?
…
It’s not this simple, I know, and I also hate placing sex and violence in the same sentence as one thing is natural and beautiful and the other thing is…well, it’s also natural, but it’s certainly not beautiful.
It’d love to hear some more thoughts about this, as I wonder what is to be done. Do I, as a media writer, have a responsibility to try and correct this cultural blooper, or is this a matter of parenting and education? Or are things really just as they’ve always been?
I just watched the first part of When We Left Earth, the new Discovery Channel miniseries about the early days of the space race. It’s not often I get all excited when I’m watching something random in the background as I do random stuff in my room, but tonight I found myself punching the air and cheering whenever something cool happened, which was pretty much the whole time.
Honestly, there’s nothing too special about it compared to other space race documentaries (except for a few bits of really breathtaking, remastered footage), but I had forgotten just how much I love learning about that part of American history.
Seriously. If you can’t get excited about America’s quest for the moon, then your sense of adventure needs adjusting. It’s got absolutely everything: espionage, subterfuge, heroes, villains, explosions, risk, reward, and the culmination of humankind’s quest to tame the heavens, control our own destiny, and reach beyond the fragile confines of our home. It may have happened 40 years ago, but in many ways the moon landing holds more magic and wonder than anything we do now.
It’s too bad we didn’t continue on, and that NASA has fallen by the wayside. I understand why most liberals are against the space program, as it is ideally much more important to help those of us on Earth who are starving and dying each day than shooting men to the moon, but there is a genuine sense of progress, of accomplishment, of true pride and patriotism that space travel provides. It also has the ability to bind us together in a species in a way that nothing else does – after all, what could bring about peace on Earth faster than joint missions to colonize and vitalize other planets?
And in terms of the money, I know this is no justification, but the entire Apollo program cost 25 billion in 1968 dollars – and that includes a bunch of the secret military cold war missile tech stuff that was going on concurrently. In contrast, the Iraq war has cost us almost $90 billion.
Even still, I can’t sit here and say that we should be spending all our money flying to Mars, but I very few things will ever be as romantic a notion to me as manned spaceflight.
The link is here. Once you’re done taking the test, check your ‘compatibility’ with someone else here.
I scored as an INFJ, the Idealist Counselor. This is the writeup:
Counselors have an exceptionally strong desire to contribute to the welfare of others, and find great personal fulfillment interacting with people, nurturing their personal development, guiding them to realize their human potential. Although they are happy working at jobs (such as writing) that require solitude and close attention, Counselors do quite well with individuals or groups of people, provided that the personal interactions are not superficial, and that they find some quiet, private time every now and then to recharge their batteries. Counselors are both kind and positive in their handling of others; they are great listeners and seem naturally interested in helping people with their personal problems. Not usually visible leaders, Counselors prefer to work intensely with those close to them, especially on a one-to-one basis, quietly exerting their influence behind the scenes.
Counselors are scarce, little more than one percent of the population, and can be hard to get to know, since they tend not to share their innermost thoughts or their powerful emotional reactions except with their loved ones. They are highly private people, with an unusually rich, complicated inner life. Friends or colleagues who have known them for years may find sides emerging which come as a surprise. Not that Counselors are flighty or scattered; they value their integrity a great deal, but they have mysterious, intricately woven personalities which sometimes puzzle even them.
Counselors tend to work effectively in organizations. They value staff harmony and make every effort to help an organization run smoothly and pleasantly. They understand and use human systems creatively, and are good at consulting and cooperating with others. As employees or employers, Counselors are concerned with people’s feelings and are able to act as a barometer of the feelings within the organization.
Blessed with vivid imaginations, Counselors are often seen as the most poetical of all the types, and in fact they use a lot of poetic imagery in their everyday language. Their great talent for language-both written and spoken-is usually directed toward communicating with people in a personalized way. Counselors are highly intuitive and can recognize another’s emotions or intentions – good or evil – even before that person is aware of them. Counselors themselves can seldom tell how they came to read others’ feelings so keenly. This extreme sensitivity to others could very well be the basis of the Counselor’s remarkable ability to experience a whole array of psychic phenomena.
Mohandas Gandhi, Sidney Poitier, Eleanor Roosevelt, Jane Goodall, Emily Bronte, Sir Alec Guiness, Carl Jung, Mary Baker Eddy, Queen Noor are examples of the Counselor Idealist (INFJ).
This seems fairly accurate, no? At least a good chunk of it does.
Please post your results in the comments! I’m curious what it says about you.
