More graduates of the W. Rivers Pitt School of Journalism. But William Rivers Pitt is just dumb and comical and pretentious.
The. Worst. Writer. Ever.
These people are really involuntary-commitment beam-me-up deranged.
So, I'm focused on MY reality. Creating it to the best of my ability to be the experience of MY choosing.
Still, the dilemma is that others' realities impinge upon mine nonstop.
This is actually a pretty well-written and accurate description of a serious mental illness from the patient's perspective.
My desire to stay informed is largely to help people like my aunt see the truth -- not my interpretation of truth, but hard facts -- since they get all of their information from one source.
I'm not especially compassionate, but I really feel sorry for this moonbat's aunt.
My last job was working for a bunch of freepers
That description fits nearly all non-government jobs.
It was such a sick, sick environment, and they had no qualms whatsoever about bringing their rage into my home and taking it out on my defenseless animals. It took me months to get over the physical illness of being around them.
The moonbat would go home and beat his dog.
I just noticed this was posted on the DUmp spook board, so I guess these people are normal for that group.