I got done with the mediocrity. We came to a cross road - that's how it always happens. You don't know anything about a fella while he's toolin' down the lane - but when he gets to the intersection, you find out what you're dealing with.
He's a guy who wants to lean back in a tweed jacket and play wm f. buckley - a game that I never found wm. f. buckley terribly convincing at. What he does not want to do is engage in a debate that doesn't conform to his predetermined script. If you don't say what you're supposed to say in response to his canned twaddle, why, he'll just pretend like ya did, and keep dumping his prepared-out-of-house midwittery all over ya.
I gave the kid a couple of chances to address evidence counter to his thesis. But he had nothing in the can, so he just bulled past it - repeatedly. I retired from the game, once I knew the game involved jock sniffing.
When you complain, ur friends roll their eyes and ur enemies rejoice
"Because I SAY I am" is a todler's tantrum, not "science"
You cannot betray me - only yourself, to me.
Who cuts off your dick is not a friend
An opinion you won't defend is not your own
Humanity's Law of the Jungle: Survival NOT of the fittest, but of the tribe
When peeing in the pool, stand on the edge
If gender is not sex, why should a gender claim change what sex you shower with?