I MEAN, COME ON

It's sort of like all that, "support our troops" bullshit. I mean, yeah, sure, but which ones? Surely not the little zit-faced asshole that just blew a bunch of holes in a little baby? It's also sort of like when I tell people Michael Jackson was one of the coolest, funniest, most down to earth human beings I've ever met. People just don't want to hear that. Or who knows, maybe there were a handful of Nazis who had had enough and so they got together and formed a secret little coalition to try to delicately talk some sense into the other Nazis? Probably not, but then again, we will most likely never know. (after writing this, I was informed that there actual was!) Or like when it comes to the hot topic of abortion, sure, hey, it's the woman's right. And it's absolutely none of my business. But just don't expect me to pretend like you didn't just murder your fuckin' baby. I mean, come on.