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Tension

The more that I sit here, the more that I believe in the adage that there are some people in the world that remain living only for the reason that it is both illegal and morally suspect to kill them.

These people should count themselves lucky.

Comments

Julie said…
Having posted that, I hope you went out and had a sugar hit!
USelaine said…
Chocolate is the thing. Some gallows humor from Dilbert might help vent as well.
Unknown said…
I admire your wordsmithying, Kris. The subtle understatement in "morally suspect".
Maybe we could join eachother with high-powered rifles at the top of a tower one day. (that is supposed to be funny... er.... )

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Cheers!
Kris McCracken said…
Julie, no sugar hit, but I did submit an application for a new job with immense satisfaction.

Uselaine, I was in a far better mood when I wrote that yesterday than I was the day before!

Greeboid, I was going to put 'wrong', but that seems so judgmental and sure of itself. So I went with "morally suspect" instead. ;)
Miles McClagan said…
I used to think that every time I watched Hey Hey It's Saturday...
Kitty said…
lol. Who are you referring to? A gnarly coworker? Someone on tv?

I have to wonder!
Suzi-k said…
hehe, some of the criminals around here have clearly not heard of the "morally suspect" aspect of it.... living practically under seige to them here, sometimes I wish I was possessed of fewer scruples! (Last week a 12 year old schoolboy, walking through the public park, was murdered for his cellphone, by a 17 year old!)
Suzi-k said…
.... And yes, I realise that cranks the whole discussion up a notch or two from irritation with fellow workers.... I guess our daily realities are just different to those in most other so called civilised countries!

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