Don’t you know ma’am we got posters here saying line them all up in a ditch or they had it coming or I don’t care if they were ambushed?
You see tall talk here a lot...you have to wonder how these keyboard folks are in real time..how hard in reality
I’ll confess at 57 I’m not what I was but I always had stones
still do...i scare myself..lol
I am aware that if I were at some general event with a mixed 99%/1% attendance and it somehow went to hell and I got shot, some might group me into the “public service” category, simply because I was there and have a bike.
Bottom line is that these “scary people” have treated me better, protected and loved me more than my own flesh and blood.
Even the ones whose names I don’t even know, who jumped to my defense, simply because they considered me “one of them”.
If my life has taught me anything, it’s that the best can usually be found amongst those that “decent people” consider the worst, be it animals or people.
In my world, at least, the Good Folk wear masks.
I prefer the company of those who don’t.
I find it bitterly ironic that no “bad person” has ever done me harm.
It was -always- the “upright and decent” who tore me apart.
I can’t imagine how anyone here would cope with me in the real world.
For better or worse, what I am “here”, I am everywhere.
[but possibly even more obnoxious, in Real Life]
:D