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If you don't agree with my opinions, that's fine.
You can politely email me and we can discuss it like civilized people. Different opinions make
for good conversation. However if you send a venemous, nasty message about how you hate my
guts, all of my opinions are wrong, and how you would dance with glee to watch crows peck out
my eyes, you can shove it. This country is based around the first amendment. (Free speech, or
the right to bear arms. Either way, I'll have my say.)
Just keep your death threats to yourself or I'll have to make you drink molten
lead.
Thank you.
P.S. My parents never really had nervous breakdowns, nor did they eat my cats.
I humbly apologize to Sheila and Zoe for suggesting that they are in any way edible.
However, my little sister has been known to decapitate and cook her stuffed animals, then
feed tham to each other after microwaving the polyester filling and simmering it in an onion sauce.
Be afraid.
