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The Moxie Nerve Food Tonic
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Join Date: Mar 2001
Location: right behind you
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Jul 14th, 2003, 09:31 AM
Vinth's argument boiled down.
"I saw me a fat poor person, that's two things I hate right there. She paid with food stamps so now I hate her even more. Right away I see her groceries is better than mine, and ignoring the fact that foodtstamps, just like my cash, are gone once you spend them and she almost certainly has less food stamps to play with than I have cash, my weensy little brain is sure that this woman is personally getting things I should have, and stealing from me. Ignoring the fact that the actual amount of my money in her food stamp order is about .0000007 of a penny, I'm just as mad as if she made me pay for her entire order. Then I see boobies and I calm down."
I have a similar argument. I saw a really rich guy blow the living crap out of a whole country and commit my government to running it. He's using MY money to do it. Know what? Even a good set of boobies doesn't calm me down.
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