(April 19, 2017 at 5:34 pm)Gawdzilla Sama Wrote:(April 19, 2017 at 5:28 pm)AceBoogie Wrote: Because when you claim someone is flip flopping you should be prepared to back that up and I'm more than willing to tear that statement apart. I said please.
Not interested. Don't really give a flying fuck if you're bothered or not. Just so you know.
Right. Because I didn't flop on anything.
My original point to make to Jehanne was that I don't think it matters whether or not we killed anyone. I still stand by that because we showed the world we're willing to bring out the big guns to get serious. The official story is that we were attempting to destroy a series of tunnels they were using to transport arms and soldiers without being seen in plain sight. And if that is the case, great. I don't disagree with that. But still doesn't explain why we had to use such a huge bomb. That's all I'm saying.
Dont claim someone is flip flopping then puss out when it comes time to back up your shit talk.
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
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
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
