We should get a freq on coward's snickering together and point trajectories at them until we're allowed to kill them. The road to Hell is broad and easy like a Ghestapo man machine gunning down a row of people on wall and then looking to the nearest person that will laugh over his conscious with him. The road to life is hard and narrow, like holding to our wisdom of morality and ehtical standards in the face of danger; it's hard 'cause we can see what we point a gun at and stil know better than to kill without thinking of the consequences first. Of course, I choose to smoke marajuana instead of following Hitler, for all it's smart-ass reverse sarcastic smirk. Rhetort as follows: Rhethorically inclined to Justice for all is not pay attention to the actions of the adjudicator unless one is truly lead to such acts of consequence, with or with out the permisive elements of papel state and it's idosyncratic delights of a predisposed tolerance for evil, often in the from of dictation produced by those that would abitrate themselves at the benefit of a lie. Meaning this: perhaps authority itself is indeed as natural as saying, for Tiara I will not look the other way when it comes to hurting people, I will strangle a pedophile with my hands instead, or I will kill a rapist because in one sense what makes us enemies after Christmas means bum rushing the gates of Heaven shows exactly why each car salesman deserves his place in hell*. The reduntancy pattern of a sex offender's apathy is more readily notated by rises and falls in that occur through ratios otherwise shown by an apitude for I.Q. Communism often mistaken for an otherwise well groomed naive complacency at the expense of a lack of ignorance.
*WWI battlefield soccer game on Christmas day where both sides ahd to go back for the Fat Cat little boy, yeah boy.
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