Surprised, are you? Spastic has absolutely no idea who the milkweed faggot is, but crowd sourcing goes after aging aggressive militants like me for speaking truth to cooing dove feeds about positive attitudes, and it actually has a detrimental effect on Justine Sacco's livelihood, and now counter culture wants to cannibalize itself because a young gay singer displays nascent brain fog?
Correction is the way humans learn from mistakes, but we're all on social media now, and might want to stop and think before magnified castigation drives our lesser lemmings off a cliff. So he was wrong, didn't search the Oscars history, and put his foot in his mouth? How many elephants have been poached since then, dying in agony from our puny bullets spiraling in their cerebellums? Why don't you apply yourselves to my problem and let me time share a living space so I can divorce myself from corrupt Protestant methodology as it pertains to a lifelong landlord of whom I'm weary? Do something useful for a change.
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