Yeah, there are rules, and then there's paranoia. It's like listening to birdgirl explaining her secret identity in her "mind."
All I'm saying is I'm done with paranoia, fear, and tiptoeing. Honestly, I'm ready to punch congressmen in the face and give wedgies to Bin Laden. Rules and order are one thing, but I'm just tired of living in a "covering my ass" society. Coffee is hot, grass is green, gravity works. Lawsuits and government noodnicks are making it hard for people to be sane.
I want to meet the author of 2257, smack them, then tell congress to DIAF. Hell, maybe it's because physical pain doesn't phase me anymore, but honestly...I'm just too old to accept that to survive everyone needs to think like they need to justify all the hordes of morons who became lawyers because they have no use to society other than to bring the pain. The good ones get drowned out, and people only prosecute CRAP because all the smart lawyers are stuck with stuff these morons give them.
All I'm saying is, I'm tired of fear, and the first frivolous lawsuit I get served with, I'm going to overrun the court room with specially trained attack ferrets.
J- What? Testicle pain lasting five months leaves an impression. I don't flinch when I get kicked in the balls anymore. I feel it...it's just, well, it's just pain. It's really not that bad.