He runs when he sees a blade.
Whoo! Karaoke wednesday! The one night of the week in which I indulge in my favorite vice; singing like a fool. Ron, Mikey, Laura, Shana, Melissa, Shaun, Ashley, John, Rob, and many others will be there! Nothing can go wrong!
I was wrong. Mikey was... engaged in an important matter, when some redneck, badly dressed, ugly idiot attacks him with as little provocation as can be expected from Mikey. Ron, who was also engaged in an important manner, came to Mikey's rescue, but due to certain environmental conditions, lost his footing. While Ron was distracted, the... uncle fucker bit Ron on his finger.
Let me repeat that. Ron was bitten on his finger by a candidate for forced sterilization.
I am not a violent man. In fact, I tend to shrink from discord. This is not to say that I am a coward; I just feel that life is far too short to ever spend it making enemies.
The pig rapist bit Ron. That is beyond the pale. No one, not even the devil himself, disrespects Ron in such a manner. I have my first enemy.
I make this solemn oath: if this creature in human skin darkens my path ever again, I will employ all of my strength, hate, and tenacity towards the goal of revenge.
No one does this to Ron.
Discordant thought; Nietzsche thought he was God, of course, that WAS after the syphillis pased the blood-brain barrier.
Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.
- President Dwight D. Eisenhower
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Rutger Hauer
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He does not, haven't you seen Blind Fury? Quite the bladesman.
I figured he runs FOR blades.
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