Originally Posted by Janszoon

That feeling when... every time you go to the gas station convenience store by your house after midnight, the same slimy fucknut hanging out between the doors and the bulletproof glass asks you for money.

Originally Posted by J.R.R. Tolkien

There is only one bright spot and that is the growing habit of disgruntled men of dynamiting factories and power-stations; I hope that, encouraged now as ‘patriotism’, may remain a habit! But it won’t do any good, if it is not universal.