Every day that passes where I think about falling in love I feel like an even bigger fool, at this point I really do not know what to think of women, the pretty creatures twisted by jewish propaganda to be repugnant, appalling, full of hubris and hatred which has never been heard from them before the later 20th century.
How do you think I feel witnessing this? What should I feel? Anger or sadness, pity or disdain, shame or outrage? Should I really care about it and curse my mind with the pain of a thousand flayers whipping at it in unison, or should I just close my eyes, pretend nothing is going on, be blind to the evident decay, even though the smell of it is clearly getting to me?
Oh and before you tell me, this isn't going to get better complaining about it, but I am sure as hell I couldn't do anything about it even if I really REALLY tried.
In this game of life, I, a mere man, stand among and below the predatory giants of myth, and unluckily for me, I am no David, son of Jesse.