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Too bad we can't just gather up all the hand wringing ninnie whiney candy ass pussy spoiled brats who are oh so concerned with every little thing that may possibly annoy them, and put them all in one place. They would probably wind up killing each other. The whinier of the lot would whimper things like "can't we all just get along?", and preach "tolerance", but only as far as things that don't bother them. The more zealous of the lot would form and join the home owners' associations, and crawl around with flashlights and rulers in the middle of the night measuring each others' lawns. Complaints would be filed on top of complaints, and little poindexter busy bodies would have a field day enforcing their insignificant little rules.
Oh wait - we have. It's called upper middle class suburbia. And it's whiners like the ones chiming in here that have turned many such places in the "Stepford Wives" hell they are today.
My dear departed old man taught me that real men don't whine and complain. Seems to be a shortage of those these days...
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Jeff
'72 911T 3.0 MFI
'93 Ducati 900 Super Sport
"God invented whiskey so the Irish wouldn't rule the world"
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