Rage

This peace that I see is dearly bought by others.

The time may be coming when an idiot acts on those advices and I am conscious of the fact that I might be one of those lined up against the wall. I'd rather die there than as a mocking expatriate in a neo-European suburbia.

We think that teeth are not a part of the body, that fixing them is a luxury item like a nose job or a facelift.

The comment woke me up to the fact that I was nothing more than a gladiator in a pit, one who could never lay a killing stroke, never die, and never transcend the walls of the arena.

...the Truth Sucks.

To be a Southerner does not require adherence to the neo-confederate's politically correct litmus test.