Posts from Foreign ideals are fleeting and do not deserve to exist. Auto-translated

What the heck?! Come here!

*Mom enters* Boys, why aren't you going to bed? It's already past noon! Oh, you restless ones! Come on, your afternoon snack is already on the table: juice, wafers. Amko, go blow your nose. Tieru, quickly change your shirt! And how did you manage to get so dirty already?... Let's go to the kitchen.

Where did you manage to get so dirty?

He ate a wolf, it was delicious ^_^

Ah, so you ate the neighbor's dog named Wolf?! You will be severely punished!

*picks up a knife from the table and holds it to Amka's throat*
Don't come any closer, or I'll cut him!

Alright, stop playing with the knife, or you won't get any waffles!

Give me waffles, or I'll kill him!

So, what did I just say?! Why are you being so disobedient?!

*slits Amka's throat*
well, now it's your turn!

Ouch, that really hurts!

sorry, no offense.

You still owe me half a waffle, don't you?

everything will be fine as soon as I deal with my mother.

*Mom pulls out a minigun* Now, quickly, sew his throat shut! And then I'll beat you with Dad's studded belt!

Petrosyan's antics are infuriating.
Sarcasm aside, what does a kitchen-table philosopher-theorist rely on in a discussion? Nothing. He engages in demagoguery and tries to prove something, without even understanding the nonsense he's spouting.
And what does a streetwise guy do when he's chatting about life and its realities? Everything he says has a foundation. He's learned to value every word in his environment, and his words carry weight. When he catches a naive theorist in an inconsistency – and he will – he'll capitalize on it. "Hey, what the heck are you talking about, Vasya?" The kitchen-table philosopher will try to wriggle out of it and delve into even deeper verbal labyrinths, digging himself into an even deeper hole of incorrect demagoguery. He'll contradict himself, fall into one argumentative trap after another, because he's just theorizing and doesn't attach much importance to each individual word. Meanwhile, the streetwise guy's words are based on real-life experience, and, like Omar Khayyam's quatrains, represent several pages of deciphered text.
That's why a street thug can give a mom's demagogue a hundred points in philosophical debates. And you, stuck in your own little worlds, think in stereotypes and make yourselves look like fools. I'm sure you've never even stood near a streetwise guy, let alone talked to one.