This guy was in basic training when he received a Dear John letter from his fiancé. The little birch had the nerve to tell him to please return the photo she had given him. So he asked all the other guys in his platoon to give him pictures of their girlfriends, wives, sisters and cousins. Then he put them all in an envelope with a note saying, “Sorry baby, I’ve never been good at keeping track of things. Can you pick out the one that’s yours and send the rest back.”
The god who allows children to be raped out of respect for the free will choice of the rapist, but punishes gay men for engaging in mutually consensual sex couldn't possibly be responsible for an intelligently designed universe.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.