Comment I left at at blog of a friend who called me "occasionally crazy" :
I resent the implication that I am only occasionally crazy. To designate one as even partially sane in contemporary society is to paint them as complicit. I am stark raving mad. For example, I don't like the taste of peanut butter, I think the souls of aborted babies get another chance, and the voices of seemingly chaste, pure-hearted female Christian and Mormon pop singers make me feel quite randy.
Too much information? Almost certainly.
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And you'll notice that, in response, I called you a Frenchman. Ha! Pick up that gauntlet!
Oui oui?
And you call this person a friend?
He'd give me the shirt off his back, but then I'd have to see him half-naked.
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