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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.
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Julie said…
Having posted that, I hope you went out and had a sugar hit!
12 September 2008 at 18:10
USelaine said…
Chocolate is the thing. Some gallows humor from Dilbert might help vent as well.
12 September 2008 at 18:20
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.... )

Check out my blog (again). Remember dishwashers?

Cheers!
13 September 2008 at 05:17
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. ;)
13 September 2008 at 08:06
Miles McClagan said…
I used to think that every time I watched Hey Hey It's Saturday...
13 September 2008 at 09:46
Kitty said…
lol. Who are you referring to? A gnarly coworker? Someone on tv?

I have to wonder!
14 September 2008 at 07:30
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!)
16 September 2008 at 12:44
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!
16 September 2008 at 12:48
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