In the retelling, America's polity is based on a caste system, and you're the yankee equivalent of a Brahmin.
In reality, you're a beef eater and a bloated, red-noseed liver case who poses with big guns and tiny feet to impress people he's never met.
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?