Free the Animal gets nowhere. Land of the Free…? Nowhere. So, we’re equal.
How about: you voters are a bunch of maggots? Shouldn’t you be Royally ashamed of your generally bad behavior? I do doubt it, but let’s give it a shot anyway. Or, click away right now and save yourself.
Before I give that a shot, realize that I actually put up this slide of everyday people masturbating right out in public, at the prestigious Harvard University School of Law during a presentation, about a year ago, and right in front of everyone. NSFW.
Here, in a few minutes, you can see just how I sneaked it into the context of the presentation, too: Paleo Epistemology and Sociology. Later, I did a 9-part series on the whole deal: Anarchy Begins at Home. Generally, stuff like that gets nowhere, and so to call everyone “maggots” sure sounds like sour grapes, right?
“Richard is just bitter because nobody cares.”
Actually, it’s rather complex. I’m disappointed that nobody cares; but, I also think I’m right. And, there’s just a vaccum otherwise. But, I am right. Critique the video. Nobody has; but, of course, you can take refuge in the fact that nobody really cares. It’s a completely safe position. Enjoy. Relax. Nothing to see here, citizen maggot.
After all of everything, there’s a reason I’m not bitter; not at all: I’m rooting for the maggots! Just…fly away. Don’t you get it? I’m rooting for you! Just imagine. ….That, I’m right…and, I am…it’s merely a footnote, though. They—the maggots—simply lack information, and their maggotish attentions are focussed elsewhere. I have a very poor and ineffective app for that. It won’t turn Miley Cyrus into a cheap tramp. But it does other stuffz.
~ TAKEN (in keeping with the Harvard Law School theme, this is very maggot worthy; it’s from The New Yorker)
On a bright Thursday afternoon in 2007, Jennifer Boatright, a waitress at a Houston bar-and-grill, drove with her two young sons and her boyfriend, Ron Henderson, on U.S. 59 toward Linden, Henderson’s home town, near the Texas-Louisiana border. They made the trip every April, at the first signs of spring, to walk the local wildflower trails and spend time with Henderson’s father. This year, they’d decided to buy a used car in Linden, which had plenty for sale, and so they bundled their cash savings in their car’s center console. Just after dusk, they passed a sign that read “Welcome to Tenaha: A little town with big Potential!”
That cash got taken by highway robbers. Then, the District Attorney offered to see them on their way, so long as they signed over the cash to the robbers. Read it. It’s by Sarah Stillman, and in my life of lives, can’t imagine she’s not maggot worthy.
~ The Raisin Outlaw Of Kerman, Calif. (This is NPR, so also too, very maggot worthy. It’s veritably tantamount (too much?) to the excerpting of an encyclical from the Pope, certified to have been written whilst doing: Vatican Stuff.)
Meet Marvin Horne, raisin farmer. Horne has been farming raisins on a vineyard in Kerman, Calif., for decades. But a couple of years ago, he did something that made a lot of the other raisin farmers out here in California really angry. So angry that they hired a private investigator to spy on Horne and his wife, Laura. Agents from a detective agency spent hours sitting outside the Hornes’ farm recording video of trucks entering and leaving the property.
Yep, drug activity (also a mainstay of maggot voters that larvae—is there a verb for that?—in perpetuity and just won’t manure-mature, and fly away). Not! Actually, they were just raising and selling the raisins they produced. This made the friends of other, pw3rfulz maggots very angry. Reason also did a piece…as though maggot public masturbators would care; and “Reason” caters to tons of public masturbators, but I digress…
I dare you to read all of that, and not conclude the the Soviets were kinda cute, after all.
~ Family Farmers Fight Michigan Township For Their Animals(That’s Reason TV, so apply for a Papal dispensation for viewing this, provided you really checked out the foregoing)
To me, that whole thing is a bone cruncher on so many levels. I’ll give you the worst: Don’t Fucking Dream. Don’t Fucking Even Try To Realize A Dream and most particularly, If You Love it, We’ll Do Our Best to Kill It.
Hate & Rage, maggots. H&R.