The Forigen Exchange Student Next To Me
needs to stop making random noises.
I realize wherever he came from being in an inch away from the computer and yelling inaudbiley every few seconds may be normal or even encouraged.
But here in Texas it makes me feel like I'm going to be stabbed.
Please stop.
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.