The Cirlce Of Shit

Now, I may be dating myself (possibly date raping myself if I don’t willingly give it up—of course have you seen how I dress? I’m usually asking for it) but remember in the mid-90’s when everyone was getting rich by selling phone cards? Well, maybe not the rich part, but everyone was selling them. Hawking […]

Oh, you starry-eyed, naive piece of hippie shit. Rights aren't guaranteed or protected or unalienable and they certainly can't be defended for future use or for someone else. Rights are asserted.