New Zealand

Yes, I would face Google Blogger suspending my services to be forthright about the Australian shooter, and actually danced on eggshells

on Twitter for once, rather than on my virulent non-redeemable platform, and I am nearly sure that some 4 chan users are already saying what I would say and am not, just yet, perhaps never-- though one day I may. Though fully cognizant of Paul Joseph Watson's argument that not all Muslims are terrorists simply because a significant minority among them radicalize, and I retorted to him that I accept responsibility for my damaged conscience and that I wasn't "yellow belly," what I'll tell y'all is this. September 2017 marked the beginning of a steep and crippling curve for me, and I am just a little too on edge to handle any leftist hysteria or excoriation  I might readily encounter. I feel Sam Neill's hurt for his pastoral island. Best I can manage. What I wouldn't do is categorize this Australian as insane simply as a coping mechanism, and we'll leave it there.

Omelette Influenza

Kept myself off eggs for a few weeks. On an anecdotal level I seemed to dry out, but upon cratering  to my tastes and driving out in the rain and despite phlegm expectorants, spastic doesn't feel well and paid for my hot bowl of chili this morning, little kimmy on Joey's favorite pillow looking up at me saying I know I am not your most beloved feline but I keep house and une peu Vincento in line and insist you make additional efforts to give sans audience the pet children picture showcase after you dry out that damn puss!

My genetic line must have absorbed a bit of those gladiator lions who slaughtered true believers, given the troubles I put up with. I'd like a spot of pea soup, with ham, but my schedule is on official sick day. Does Asia chortle, or should that question be nixed for my own protection?