Jealous?
I think so.
Jealous?
I think so.
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
Without a picture, this thread is absolutely one of the worst of '09, beaten only by my "am I a genius? " thread...
Abandon all hope.
Since this thread has already reached the absolute height of its potential, and since all other threads will seem sad and pedestrian by comparison, I will now regretfully close it, that its glory may be preserved forever, like a fly in amber, to be examined by scientists and lovers of beauty in future centuries.
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