Grew up with them. Paradoxically, they’re also doddering, vituperative shits when they’re young. They’ve got to kill something or beat someone up to import some shred of meaning into their one dimensional characters. Seen quite a few of them haul their fatass selves out to the woods to spray their brains out with their favorite huntin’ iron once they figure out just who they’ve been lo these fifty plus years. The single true act of charity in their lives was not taking others with them.

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