Enemies Spur Action

Anyone who believes we should huddle on this planet, hoping all goes well, never learning or exploring anything beyond our tiny sphere, is my sworn enemy. I don’t care if they are “left” or “right” or in the middle. No different than the lockdown lifers and the lockdown looters, they are my foe and I want nothing to do with them if possible, and if I am forced to deal with them, I wish to defeat and humiliate them.

Cry Gravy

Cry? I think I’ve heard of that. How does one “cry,” exactly?

I never feel more like a robot than when people talk about crying. I just don’t have that module and I suspect I never did, beyond an infant’s instinct. I don’t think it has anything to do with my acculturation as masculine, either.