(November 8, 2016 at 1:27 pm)Bella Morte Wrote:(November 8, 2016 at 12:35 pm)Huggy74 Wrote: Of that I have no doubts seeing how you're a suspect white supremacist.
You can throw whatever accusations you like at me. I have made posts condemning some of the methods that BLM used in the past if that's what you're referring to. I even went as far as to call them a terrorist organisation at one point - which I regret - but I have never been and never will be a white supremacist.
I'm about as far left as one can get idealogically and I'll be one of the first people to criticize BLM matter and their idiocy. One does not have to be a white supremacist to see how moronic the BLM movement is. In fact, BLM is almost just as moronic as the white supremacist movement. I also am not a fan of police in general, but I understand that they are a necessary evil. It's not like I'm one of these 'Blue lives matter' people, because to be honest, I couldn't give a shit less about the police. And still, Black Lives Matter is a moronic organization/movement.
Also, why is it that every time I see huggy in a thread it has been so derailed from the original topic that no one even knows wtf they're talking about anymore?
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It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
