What are we to do with the intelligent but narrow minded?
Who should know better but somehow don’t.
Don’t get it, the “it” that we get. You and me.
We get it, right?
We don’t have doubts, or if we do we keep them to ourselves.
Whereas those self-righteous assholes on the “right” never have doubts. They never flinch. Not even when babies are wrested from their mother’s arms.
Not my problem, they say.
So long as it doesn’t happen to me. I’m okay with it, they say. They made their bed (or we’re born into it).
Whatever.
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