It's time I confess! While nowhere near DC on J6, I read a list of Nancy Pelosi's favorite ice-cream flavors and found them revolting. I beg forgiveness from my betters for this brazen act of personal preference. I vow to change my ways and accept, ney, celebrate the things I am clearly too primitive to appreciate.
I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I dont care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits. - William S Burroughs