The Things That Keep Me Up At Night
Why do people assume Jesus, if he were alive today would enjoy the sticky icky?
Why as a white Protestant male in America do I feel underrepresented in the power elite?
Why are women so soft yet so very prickly?
Why do I get so many nosebleeds?
Why does my chin-beard grow faster than anything else?
What keeps you up at night?
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.
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