People Can Be So Heartless And Dirty.

The Idea That The Reader Is Important Enough To Me That I'd Tailor My Words To Either Please Or Offend Them Always Seems Amusingly Alien To Me.

I Believe That To Some Degree There Are Situational And Psychological Laws Of Cause-and-effect, But I Don't Believe There's Some Über-soul Who Doles Out "justice."

I Don't Think It's Entirely Paranoid To Suspect That One Day, You Won't Be Able To So Much As Question The Primary Tenets Of Anti-racism Without Going To Jail.

I Still Partially Suffer From The Delusion That If You Explain Things Logically And Systematically, Most People Will Abandon Their Emotional Prejudices And Respond To Logic. But I Don't Suffer From That Delusion As Wholeheartedly As I Did In The Past. So If There's A Fundamental Difference, It's That I've Accepted The Fact That Most Imbeciles Will Never 'get' Me And I Shouldn't Allow Myself To Get So Upset About It.

Negative Opinions About Me Don't Faze Me Unless I Respect The Person Giving The Opinion, Which Is Rare. And If It's Someone I Respect, I Usually Take Heed Of What They're Saying. But If I Don't Respect Them, Which I Usually Don't, What's The Point?