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Someone once said, “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”
Because I know that I DID in fact drop the rose I am sure if I could smell that very same rose within the next 24 hours (less 4 hours and 20 minutes, because, let’s face it, you have been told a “few” times now.
And yes, NOW it becomes rather “a little more than evident” that Brian Kent IS in fact effectively
In charge of the third rock from the son. Or the sun, or, well, again, since a rose can smell as sweet however that rose may manifest, probably it is also true that a rock which gets thrown in MY direction will end this tragic nightmare of an existence forever.
Thank you, God. I knew you’d show up on time and ready to play.
Now when I write “justifiable” infanticide, it’s quite a bit different than justifiable homicide.
You see, if YOU thought my uncle, Keith Kent, was someone who ‘deserved to die’ then I would say you are mistaken. And since I, Brian Kent, get to say WHATEVER I FUCKING PLEASE on that topic, and YOU (whoever at Medium.com or wherever the fuck you are who has ‘control’ of whether I get to have the microphone now) DO NOT get to decide whether I in fact HAVE the microphone now, I can say this very politely:
I will answer to NO ONE who has not a demonstrated intelligence quotient GREATER THAN THREE STANDARD DEVIATIONS ABOVE THE MEAN.
