“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
Oh, I most certainy DO want to be pleasant and good-humored.
It's all these miserable shits who make it all-but-impossible, because of their constant AGGRESSIVE taunts, jibes and untoward, uninvited challenges, criticism and analysis.
Troublemakers regard politeness as hypocrisy, contentment as smugness, and happiness as undeserved –– as long as ONE SINGLE SOUL STILL SUFFERS anywhere on the planet.
The old saw about comforting the afflicted while afflicting the comfortable is all too true. BASTARDS!
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Oh, I most certainy DO want to be pleasant and good-humored.
It's all these miserable shits who make it all-but-impossible, because of their constant AGGRESSIVE taunts, jibes and untoward, uninvited challenges, criticism and analysis.
Troublemakers regard politeness as hypocrisy, contentment as smugness, and happiness as undeserved –– as long as ONE SINGLE SOUL STILL SUFFERS anywhere on the planet.
The old saw about comforting the afflicted while afflicting the comfortable is all too true. BASTARDS!
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