I read this today and it resonated a bit:
"...I do not believe in human perfection, and people who have no quirks, tics, obsessions, the touch of some minor mania, or points on which they turn rabid - I suspect such people of systematic imposture or of totally lacking character."
None here are anywhere near approaching human perfection in the sense of lacking what's outlined above. Everyone here, like everyone I've yet known in my life, has a hangup or issue or five. For you young lot, your little oddity of today that embarrasses you a bit, or pisses off your roommate, or causes a fight with whoever you screw, the thing that you get teased a bit over by your buddies, that comes up after a half dozen beers with hoots and laughs, yeah, those things, they creep into you with age to the point you embrace and cherish them, guard them, hate over them. Beware. Today's blushed smirk is tomorrow's eccentric WTF.
A LOT of rabid quirks have boiled and popped, earnestly, today and yesterday. Have you noticed? There's been such ferocity (over the simplest of matters) that I checked the phase of the moon. It's not even gibbous. Barely a half, I think. But there's something in the air that hasn't been since Atari. A bit of frenzy. Energy.
Me? Sometimes I swear a LOT in posts, like a sailor, for enjoyment. I like to use those words sometimes. I practice them. Characterization. But sometimes I mean them. No apologies. If I cuss you out for real, odds are very good you're reaping something you sewed. Odds are. I don't really believe my cussing at any of you would ever disturb you all that much. If I thought it would, I wouldn't do it. No, you fucking monkeys are damn near impervious to my touch. Of course, I could be wrong.
I do wonder how much of what I see here - read here - is for real. Some of you come off as if what you see is what you get. No pretending. But others, some of you, I don't know. I can't understand you so I tell myself there's no fucking way you're like this in AR. Lewk's the poster child for this - the murder cheers back to back with God's here so evolution isn't. I can't get my brain around anyone cheering the toothepaste strangle, even without being a Jesus freak in the same brain. You have to default to a judgement of profound ignorance/stupidity if you take it seriously, and Lewk's not stupid. So he has to be faking. Right? Of course, I could be wrong.
Here I asked if I had to mention a certain someone about certain egregious ideological contradictions. I said no, it's that obvious, so I edited it out. You know who you are. We all know who and what. Move along.
And Dread, you tipped your hand in our discussion about Detroit. You showed me you're either being extremely intellectually lazy, or only paying half attention to something that concerns me a great deal, or you're a gigantic fucking monster. After all, you're not a troll - you don't say profoundly ugly and stupid things just to get a rise out of people. So I take that position of yours, that vacant brained callous fuck you, as flat and personal disrespect to me. I could be wrong, though!
If anyone here writes something in argument, taking a hard stand on some issue, and you don't have in the back of your mind, and I recognize why you might not be willing to say it, but if you're not thinking it at least, cautioning yourself that yeah, you could be wrong; if you're not thinking that, then THERE is a quirk/tick/hangup for you. A big ugly fucking flaw that you should recognize now when you're young because its going to harden you into a big asshole or worse, if you ever get power, a gigantic fucking monster. You better doubt and question and double-check your postions, ideologies, faiths, right when you say them, because if you don't, your abilty to grow and learn is crippled. I could be wrong, and I don't like to preach (mostly ), but if you're rolling your eyes right now on this one, think again. Because you could be fucked up and not even know it. Playing with fire, that. Or not, maybe you don't care. And if you don't, then fuck you.
Anyway.
You're all a bunch of wierd and annoying fuckers and, this is the mushy part, I'm so glad to know you. Seriously. Its been a pleasure. Mostly.