I've said it before: we are turning into a Nation of wimps. I wish I had a damn nickel for every time I was called a Dago or a Wop, or even a Guinea which is stupid because I'm not Sicilian. Christ, did I cry on someone's shoulder? Maybe, when I was six. You suffer life's slings and arrows. It's part of maturity. You don't go public seeking someone to assuage your feelings.
"Generosity. That was my first mistake." "Experience must be our only guide; reason may mislead us." "Instagram is Twitter for people who can't read."
