"liberating" Is A Gay Word, So Let's

People Huddle Together In Doctrinaire Herds, And The Same Jackasses Who, Without The Slightest Risk, Now Scream Against Racism Are The Same Conformist Personality Types Who Would Have Carried Torches In Lynch Mobs A Century Ago.

You Truly Need To Witness Me Goo-gooing And Coo-cooing And Making Up Goofy Little Songs To Glean A Full Appreciation Of How Nauseating I Can Be. This Is Another Instance Where Things Seemingly Don't Add Up - How Can This Vile, Hateful, Violent, Misogynist, Racist, Loathsome, Repugnant, Worthless, Reprehensible Subhuman Be So Insanely Tender And Kind To Little Doggies And Kitty-cats?

My Hatred Is A Thousand Times More Powerful Than All Your Good Intentions.

Anyone Who's Ever Had The Misfortune Of Seeing Me Interact With House Pets Knows I Have A Wickedly Strong Paternal Instinct Bordering On The Maternal.

Hatespeak Is Usually More Honest Than Lovespeak, And It's Always Better Than Doublespeak.