I refuse to be nuanced and civil and polite and cordial and nice and toned down when in conversation with willfully ignorant fucks who probably want me dead or maimed at least invisible. I don’t care if my point sticks or not. As long as I’ve scared the living shit out of someone or at least hurt their feelings and made them uncomfortable for a fraction of a second compared to the unshakable fear and distrust they’ve instilled and literally beaten into me since birth, I’m satisfied. Anyone who tells me to calm down is only going to make me show a side of myself they’ll wish they’d never asked for. I will eat you. After I’ve eaten your children.
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