On the Art of Tolerance

I’ve been around for a while. Over the years, experience has taught me to be more tolerant of opinions that differ from mine. I have learned to embrace diversity. After all, a man who disagrees with me is as worthy an asshole as anyone else. Truly, who am I to judge your absurd beliefs or offhandedly discard your idiotic, irrelevant opinion simply because I disagree with you? What kind of jerk would do something like that? No. We must learn to be more tolerant. All of us. I think this beautiful blue planet is large enough to accommodate all opinions, whether it’s my opinion, or the absolute wrong opinion. It’s all valid! Almost.

People really need to understand that we are all equal. My superior intellect, looks and charisma do not make me any better than a pathetic worm like you. That would be complete nonsense! We are all children of the universe and I understand that. That is why I will do my very best every day to show those miserable shitheads whose misguided sense of self-worth leads them to believe they are my equals, that they are, in fact, just as good as me. Maybe even better.

You are one awesome scumbagAlthough that’s unlikely.

Impossible, really. But I digress.

Out of the goodness of my vast, golden heart, which bleeds for wretches like you, I will do my very best to bring a little joy to that deep, dark, nightmarish pit of despair you call a life. I will extend my generous hands and pat you condescendingly on the head. Lightly. Because your hair gel is gross. But I will do it anyway.

Because I care.

And I love all of you cretins.

I’m glad we had this talk. Have a lovely and fulfilling day, you adorable imbeciles.

The Sum of all Fears

ihopeInspirational thought of the day:

No matter how rough your life has been, how many bad situations you have found yourself in, how many times you have stared death in the face while casually holding a toothpick off the side of your mouth, you have never known true fear until you’ve found yourself in a crowded place desperately trying to hold back a fart, and felt the sudden coming of a sneeze.

The Doll

A Poem by Mythangelo
April 8, 2004

She sat by her pillow in her nights of sweet slumber,
She lay in her arms when the world was all wonder.

She was given to her by the one she adored,
by the one who had sworn to protect her before.

When she laughed and she cried, she was there by her side,
She was hers when she laughed, even more when she cried.

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