I apologize for the above post though it contains truth inasmuch as it is simply an opinion. But..I know you. I have known you all of my days. You live in a small place and your days are coloured in greys. The colour of smoke. Your life has become a vignette, the edges frayed and burned with the anger borne of frustration knowing the world will never be as you want it. And I imagine you have found yourself alone. And you feel that is best. That does not mean you might not have people in your life, at a distance. And that grey? It is also the colour of sadness. I know you. I have known you all of my days.
So, you’ve just given up trying to defend an indefensible position and gone to personal attacks. Oh, well, it never takes a leftard long to start flinging mud.
“I have known you all of my days.”
You not only don’t know anything, you don’t even suspect anything.
Just heard my youngest daughter holler that my youngest grandson just took five consecutive steps, and that’s a lot more interesting than this idiocy.
Go on back to Democratic Underground—the Hogwarts of Stupid—you’re not fooling anyone over here.