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Beat That Dead Assed Horse! Part II *Work In Progress*


I never claimed to be brilliant, so I couldn't figure out how to insert text (hence, this post) in the same post the previous picture/link was in.
DEERRRR me.

Anywho, there sits before you (in the previous set of posts; 'Beat That Dead Assed Horse!' and 'Pick & Choose') the second trigger for a serious angry rant by the same FB 'Friend' in less than 24 hours.
I had kept their posts 'hidden' on my feed, but taken it off yesterday after feeling guilty. That's what I get for thinking.

Also, I know it's obvious when I wrote the reply comments on FB I DID NOT publish them. 
I reconsidered, both times. 
I do not wish to make the person who originally posted them feel personally attacked, they were, at one time in HS a friend of mine and I have no personal problem with them, just their view points. I also try to not splatter too much of my own opinions (stop laughing) on FB, well, at least not on OTHER people's Walls, I try to confine it, 99% of the time to my own Wall. But these are subjects/opinions I just couldn't remain completely silent on, therefore, here they are on my blog. Which I may post a link to on my FB. At least it's come full circle. O_o
Now you know, and knowledge is power :)

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