I plan to retire soon and sign a one modem 28.8k login contract with the AOL Chat Room to end my online career.

I have MANY years of experience in trying to appreciate steaming piles of dogshit.

Coast seemed like a good guy, I enjoyed his posts.

Remember that time he posted an article?!

We lose a lot of rights when we look the other way when it doesn't affect our lives or it isn't a cause we agree with.

Most of the Smithe girls are horrendous looking and scrawny. Except for the darkest haired one, they look like they eat rats.

Great.. After all these years, snippets of their jingle are stuck in my head.

Trade it for the Safelite one.

“Safelite repair, Safelite replace.”

I’d go farther back then that= Drumpf!

The menstrual cycle changes among Hassidic Jewish women was something as well.

Trannies destroyed by FACTS and LOGIC.

Let's make it simple. Is a person what society perceives him/her to be or what he/she perceives himself/herself to be?

I have MANY years of experience in trying to appreciate steaming piles of dogshit.

I know you're capable of deeper thought than that.

Let's make it simple. Is a person what society perceives him/her to be or what he/she perceives himself/herself to be?

Probably like most things the truth is somewhere in the middle. Both society and the person can skew perception.

Definitely the latter. Trump recognized this by using the language of the left to self-identify as a victim of electoral fraud.

I know you're capable of deeper thought than that.

Let's make it simple. Is a person what society perceives him/her to be or what he/she perceives himself/herself to be?

A person with a sense of awareness doesn't discount how he/she is perceived. Self examination is healthy.

The menstrual cycle changes among Hassidic Jewish women was something as well.

John Ashbery head ass.

A person with a sense of awareness doesn't discount how he/she is perceived. Self examination is healthy.

Technically I was drunk (big surprise) and asked her if she liked a tongue up her ass.

Again, your comprehension needs work.

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As One Put Drunk Into The Packet Boat

I tried each thing, only some were immortal and free.
Elsewhere we are as sitting in a place where sunlight
Filters down, a little at a time,
Waiting for someone to come. Harsh words are spoken,
As the Sun yellows the green of the maple tree....

So this was all, but obscurely
I felt the stirrings of new breath in the pages
Which all winter long had smelled like an old catalogue.
New sentences were starting up. But the summer
Was well along, not yet past the mid-point
But full and dark with the promise of that fullness,
That time when one can no longer wander away
And even the least attentive fall silent
To watch the thing that is prepared to happen.


A look of glass stops you
And you walk on shaken: was I the perceived?
Did they notice me, this time, as I am,
Or is it postponed again? The children
Still at their games, clouds that arise with a swift
Impatience in the afternoon sky, then dissipate
As limpid, dense twilight comes.
Only in that tooting of a horn
Down there, for a moment, I thought
The great, formal affair was beginning, orchestrated,
Its colors concentrated in a glance, a ballade
That takes in the whole world, now, but lightly,
Still lightly, but with wide authority and tact.

The prevalence of those gray flakes failing?
They are sun motes. You have slept in the Sun
Longer than the sphinx, and are none the wiser for it.
Come in. And I thought a shadow fell across the door
But it was only her come to ask once more
If I was coming in, and not to hurry in case I wasn’t.

The night sheen takes over. A moon of cistercian pallor
Has climbed to the center of heaven, installed,
Finally involved with the business of darkness.
And a sigh heaves from all the small things on earth,
The books, the papers, the old garters and union-suit buttons
Kept in a white cardboard box somewhere, and all the lower
Versions of cities flattened under the equalizing night.
The summer demands and takes away too much,
But night, the reserved, the reticent, gives more than it takes.

The menstrual cycle changes among Hassidic Jewish women was something as well.

How "trannies" perceive themselves is hardly a threat to society. It's a matter of "personal choice", which MANY claimed to favor on previous occasions.

How "trannies" perceive themselves is hardly a threat to society. It's a matter of "personal choice", which MANY claimed to favor on previous occasions.

It's not their perception of themselves that is a threat, it's the accompanying demands. Said demands are a threat to the truth and free speech.

Pronouns are an intimidation tactic in a quest for respect. If I use them for someone I just met, it's a respect to civilized society, but has nothing to do with respecting that individual person. That person is perceiving a respect that was not given. It's no different if I meet some colonel and introduces himself as such and says I could also call him Sir. Most likely I will leave that conversation with less respect than I normally would have had, had not he openly demanded it.

Technically I was drunk (big surprise) and asked her if she liked a tongue up her ass.

Again, your comprehension needs work.

It's not their perception of themselves that is a threat, it's the accompanying demands. Said demands are a threat to the truth and free speech.

Technically I was drunk (big surprise) and asked her if she liked a tongue up her ass.

Again, your comprehension needs work.

It's more fun to be a victim

There will never be an effective vaccine. I'll never get one anyway.

When Rob changes to Roberta and now wants to use the same toilet my son uses, it can be a threat.

Robert can do whatever the fuck she/he wants in the privacy of their own home. Its personal life is none of my goddam business. But when Robert demands I cater to them in a public setting based on how they might feel, thats bunk.

I'm sure if CPS demanded you must teach something that you disagree with, you would perceive it as a threat as well.

Technically I was drunk (big surprise) and asked her if she liked a tongue up her ass.

Again, your comprehension needs work.

I remember sitting at a blackjack table and the dealer kept imploring me to call them by the name of their "self identification". Despite their imploring me to do it I kept referring to this person by the sex of their birth. I really was not doing it intentionally either. Its just that I was focused on playing the table and couldn't care less with how the person happened to identify themselves. It was more of a knee jerk thing for me. They may have been upset (I couldn't tell honestly) or believed that I was trying to make a statement but that really wasn't the case. I just didn't care all that much to be honest.