still pissed off (and, oh, me too, me too)

... And then go and embrace the lefties amongst you. Pat them on the back. Give them another lesson in your jargon of the oh so delicately correct language of politics. Then go and place a flower on the tomb of your brave boys.

You make me sick.

You have neither any inkling of what civilization means...Nor do you have any notion of what human civility means.
All a veneered facade of niceties and the right use of words.
Endless masks superimposed one on top of the other.
And I keep peeling off one by one...
And at each layer, another monster rears its head. Uglier than the previous one.

And you come to me, preaching. Preaching love and forgiveness. Preaching and more preaching. You make heaps out of preaching.
It gives you this stature of self righteousness. You elevate yourself with your own lies...And you become so holy. So politically in vogue. So fuckingly hypocritical. ...