>mister, I execute my will all day long...you'll never see it!<
Thank heavens.
>...and the funniest thing of all is that smallish creatures like you are irrelevant, your life is irrelevant, your opinions are all flawed, you're incapable and loath to admit that you are powerless …<
I have no doubt that on many levels I am irrelevant, small, and that my opinions are all flawed, etc. I have never to my recollection disputed this when it has been brought to my attention. But this is really no great issue in the grand scheme of things because we are all irrelevant, small and flawed, some of us more so than others. I happen to be amongst the least irrelevant, and correspondingly grow weary of hellcats-- who are amongst the most irrelevant.
>…and you absolutely wretch at the fact that you came out from between your mother's legs smelling like menstrual flowage and drenched in her blood.!<
All this bile because I advocate preserving the lives of countless children who are murdered every day, month-after-month, year-after-year, for decades on end, and because I refuse to become a hellcat about some Indian someplace who kills a friggin' whale for his people. You excuse mass-murder of humans because of a dumb property argument that is not at all self-evident, and you lose your friggin mind about an Indian killing a whale for his people. I think, madam, you present a stunning example of misplaced priorities.
>-might is just that...might...not always right, mister.<
Might is always Right-- always. |
