Pompous, the lot of you
Probably the most arrgoant, self seving, and passive aggresive peoples I have ever come into contact with
If it wasn't for your collective crippiling alcoholism I would find no redeemable qualites in you
Harumph
Pompous, the lot of you
Probably the most arrgoant, self seving, and passive aggresive peoples I have ever come into contact with
If it wasn't for your collective crippiling alcoholism I would find no redeemable qualites in you
Harumph
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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