||Those ridiculous aristocrats. All they do is sit in their high ivory towers, oppressing the lower class.
If only they might abandon their vain principles and eat some lard, perhaps they would understand why we might want to join the Navy. I mean, every liar has an opportunity to vote. So why not choose adultery? Morality has no branches, and truth has no leaves. Metaphorically speaking, life is hell, and slow death is heaven. Diametrically opposed, they merely hasten the crawling paste that is running down my arm and across my fingers, threatening to forever sever my neck from the rest of my feet. The bones are exposed to the nitrogen-rich atmosphere, causing them to rot in my grave as I slowly disintegrate, much like MicroVASoftware's horrible monopoly will when the Energy Dept. busts them at last.
My views are radical I know, but there is not much we can do about binomial expansion. Pascal already took care of that bird, and it is slowly driving away out of Newton's grasp and into the new Einsteinian model.