The Thoughts of Wally Masterson

It saddens me greatly that I must stoop to commenting on the affliction that the world faces today. To act or not to act, that is the question. Kill or be killed. Fight or flight. Maintain a semblance of compassion or let the lurking beast free. Mob rules. Think globally, act locally. Let others do the dirty work that you know needs to be done. It's not my problem. It will go away if I ignore it. One man's pleasure is another man's pain. One man's trash is another man's treasure. What's good for the goose is good for the gander. The meek shall inherit the earth. Stupid white men. White men can't jump. Boys with their toys. Schoolyard behaviour. Apocalypse now. Stealth Bomber vs stealth bomber. Power corrupts absolutely. "Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?" Do unto others as you would have them do to you.

You choose. Not the person in the next room or across the street, YOU. You are reading this, no one else. If you think that's more of a burden than you can bear, then welcome to my world.

Labels: war on terror

Go whur velefio mi nadicial. Hy gnow kiloran quoal ti vestig. Felk mi attod pods, webin to hadrovard... "Do Panuk Melron He". Proll, tarat mo helik portibunen te whur. Prolla, ters zor majujid whup flibedder mi teet. De nomfe de trella tobs:

1. Per on hane jo mi wellis mi wellaste.
2. Hikohei tor felkore mi zoll wid re fewsy.
3. Hikolilip ben "Wally" te miruro ne haad.

"Wepoc Wally ti meadiam serth dogurt?", usa kassako. "NOREN MASTERSON!!!!" tuo kwerslak!

Thew klowed jertos ti tarat desty - "George W. Bush". Mellik teram jesny to sweller curat surna.

Makes you stop to think, doesn't it?
That's what I'm here for,
Yours, Wally

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