Be gone, back to your midden, uncouth one.
Coward.
Oh, this is awsome!
First you, and then DISgusting hoping against hope that the constant dumb-beat, er, drumbeat from from your coterie would cow me, silence me, and by the sheer weight of numbers, allow you to walk away in victory.
Clearly you you are both misguided,and have misjudged.
My cause is just: I guard the interests of the weakest, the child-yet-to-be-born. You, self-interested brats.
Almost 300 posts, and I stand alone.
And you say "coward"??? Self-delusion, thy name is Ravi!
In my ongoing efforts at edifying in language, writing, and philosophy, you've given me the opportunity to teach you some highly appropriate poetry.
Here, and ode to my bravery: Invictus
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.