Is there no end to how low the blonde beast must stoop to accommodate the primitive communal element clustering like barnacles on his underbelly? In this case it is a sign of strength to not see them. To forgive and forget their territorial transgressions, to turn the cheek, a blind eye. It’s not a serious problem. Would you torment yourself with such qualms over reverence for “life” over a case of athlete’s foot? Would you not swat a mosquito?
Is there no end to how low the blonde beast must stoop to accommodate the primitive communal element clustering like barnacles on his underbelly? In this case it is a sign of strength to not see them. To forgive and forget their territorial transgressions, to turn the cheek, a blind eye. It’s not a serious problem. Would you torment yourself with such qualms over reverence for “life” over a case of athlete’s foot? Would you not swat a mosquito?