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A mixture of pictures I admire and chuckle at with a cuppa of tea in one hand and the computer mouse in another.
We are supposed to imagine a Divine Being who for centuries had gazed down on earth and witnessed daily acts of cruelty, wickedness, violence, tyranny and merciless hatred without ever raising a hand to interfere; a Divine Being who, since the Ark, has vowed never to involve himself in Mankind’s affairs, but who, late in the twentieth century, decides that those who roll around with same-gendered friends or who, like thousands of respectable Victorians before them, decide to fill their brains with a distillation of poppy juice, are meet to be destroyed by the most unpleasant, lethal and ruthless plague that ever the earth has seen. What kind of Divine Being could be so capricious, cruel and irrational as to behave like that? Where is the disease that affected only concentration camp guards? Where the virus that strikes down torturers of children, the corrupt, the murderous and the despotic?
“Tolerance to Disease”, Paperweight (via fuckyeahstephenfry)
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Batman facial hair does not a hero make
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