“I do not pretend to know where many ignorant men are sure - that is all that agnosticism means.” —Clarence Darrow
They say that girls love a man in uniform. I’d say that some men also love men in uniform —especially themselves. It’s fun to march in a parade, salute, be saluted return salutes. Oh, golly is it fun. Especially when no one is going to be shooting at you from behind a camel or something.
To have an unerring faith in an invisible cloud being that talks to you and tells you that it’s alright to kill people to save your kind of people and advance an ideology that very few of the people on whom you intend to foist the ideology have any idea. Except that they get to have purple fingers every so often. That’s almost as good as wearing a uniform. Uniformity of fingers.
To have an unerring faith in an invisible cloud being that talks to you and tells you that it’s alright to kill people to save your kind of people and advance an ideology that very few of the people on whom you intend to foist the ideology have any idea. Except that they get to have purple fingers every so often. That’s almost as good as wearing a uniform. Uniformity of fingers.
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