I started reading "the unabomber manifesto", it's not what I expected.
I started reading "the unabomber manifesto", it's not what I expected.
so the definition of a criminal is someone who breaks the law and you want me to believe that somehow more laws make less criminals?
What was it, and what did you expect?
I'm not sure what I expected, maybe incoherent ramblings.
so the definition of a criminal is someone who breaks the law and you want me to believe that somehow more laws make less criminals?
He was a pretty bright guy, and very coherent and literate (as you'd expect from a guy with an advanced degree in math). Hard to tell what would have happened to him had he not been the unwitting victim of bizarre and cruel experiments conducted upon him.
They did experiments back then that would never pass an ethics committee today.
True enough, my final home is still out there, but this is most certainly my home range and I love it. I love every rock I fall off and tree I trip over. Even when I am close to dying from exhaustion, a beautiful sunset doesn't lose it's power to refresh and inspire me and that, in itself, is enough to save me sometimes.
I'm pretty sure that's where the mullet came from. And the Nehru jacket. You had to be on mind altering drugs to dream up either one and to actually wear them. If you wore both at the same time it was proof the government had messed with your brain in some university back room experiment gone bad. Yeah. Those two items would never go together. Ever. Peace out.
Sheesh, next thing you'll be dissing bell bottoms and corduroy!
No. they were actually pretty cool. If you wore bell bottom corduroy pants you were a walking one man band. Voom, voom, voom, voom, with every step. If you wore flip flops with them you really had it going. Voom voom flop flop voom voom flop flop.
My wife informed me that low cut jeans were back in and she still had some Versace's. She's going to be stylin' wearing those with her muffin top.
...I didn't say that.
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