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Getbig Main Boards / Gossip & Opinions / School Shooting today
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on: February 27, 2012, 03:35:06 PM
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Something a bit interesting from the mind of the shooter. Place is down the road from me.
In a time long since, a time of repent, The Renaissance. In a quaint lonely town, sits a man with a frown. No job. No family. No crown. His luck had run out. Lost and alone. The streets were his home. His thoughts would solely consist of "why do we exist?" His only company to confide in was the vermin in the street. He longed for only one thing, the world to bow at his feet. They too should feel his secret fear. The dismal drear. His pain had made him sincere. He was better than the rest, all those ones he detests, within their castles, so vain. Selfish and conceited. They couldn't care less about the peasents they mistreated. They were in their own world, it was a joyous one too. That castle, she stood just to do all she could to keep the peasents at bay, not the enemy away. They had no enemies in their filthy orgy. And in her, the castles every story, was just another chamber of Lucifer's Laboratory. The world is a sandbox for all the wretched sinners. They simply create what they want and make themselves the winners. But the true winner, he has nothing at all. Enduring the pain of waiting for that castle to fall. Through his good deeds, the rats and the fleas. He will have for what he pleads, through the eradication of disease. So, to the castle he proceeds, like an ominous breeze through the trees. "Stay back!" The Guards screamed as they were thrown to their knees. "Oh God, have mercy, please!" The castle, she gasped and then so imprisoned her breath, to the shallow confines of her fragile chest. I'm on the lamb but I ain't no sheep. I am Death. And you have always been the sod. So repulsive and so odd. You never even deserved the presence of God, and yet, I am here. Around your cradle I plod. Came on foot, without shod. How improper, how rude. However, they shall not mind the mud on my feet if there is blood on your sheet. Now! Feel death, not just mocking you. Not just stalking you but inside of you. Wriggle and writhe. Feel smaller beneath my might. Seizure in the Pestilence that is my scythe. Die, all of you.
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Getbig Main Boards / Politics and Political Issues Board / Re: Herman Cain to Occupy Wall Street protesters: If you're not rich 'blame yourself
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on: October 06, 2011, 04:53:23 PM
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Dude, that is exactly the truth. Rich are rich because they take risks and work hard, and 9 times out of 10 are smarter. I have employees, I make substantially more money than them, but I am smarter, and I take all of the risk. It is just easier to step up the scale when you start making a certain amount. Doors seem to open. I tell you what, going from $40k to $80k a year was way harder than going from $80k to $160k. Just the way it is, it's like the addage, it takes money to make money to run a business. Well, the same is true in life. Once you get a little more money, it's easier to accrue more wealth. On a macro level one may feel inclined to feel bad for the poor, but when you look at each case, more often than not, the poor are poor because they made/make bad decisions. I have a few that work for me now, and once they're in that position, they are easily exploited.
This is the truth that the dumb, lazy and poor people fail to realize |
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