TorontoFin
Trapped in Trudeaupia
"Every man thinks his burden is the heaviest. But he who feels it knows it. Burden equals truth."
We had a modern day Confucius on our team and didn't realize it. You know what? F-- you Ricky! Burden equals truth? What the F-- do you know about burden?
Oh I see, trying to decide whether you should burn by paper or by bong ? Choosing between being a Lenny Kravitz groupie or a Jim Brown disciple? Whether you should go on a little adventure to Asia for some opium-induced yoga lessons, or bum around Athens during the Olympics? Umm, all tough choices, yes indeed.
So much burden. You must then, by extension, have "truth" coming out of you’re a--. Tell you what Ricky, since burden equals truth, why don't you sell your house(s), and your SUVs, give away your money and keep only what you need for shelter and food, and go hang out with the homeless and disadvantaged, since you claim you care about them so much…you do that, and you'll have "truth" truly jumping out at you from every corner. You won't be able to walk without stepping on truth. Or is that TOO much burden? TOO much "truth" for you to handle?
No Ricky, every man doesn't think his burden is the heaviest. There are men with your God-given talent and money, and security who appreciate what they have, who know they are fortunate enough not to know what the worst degrees of burden are. You want burden, and truth? You don't even have to go as far as being homeless to get just a small taste of it. Trade places with some of the people on this board-- people who raise families cheque to cheque; who wonder where they're going to come up with the extra $500 they need for their sick kid's prescription; who sometimes have to feed their family with Burger King for a few weeks because the tranni just dropped on their 1993 Buick; but still manage to scrape enough money together so they can take their kids to see you f--ing play once or twice a year!!!! No Ricky, not even that's real burden. Like I said, just a taste.
You're no f--ing Mandella, you're no Jesus -- you're no f--ing martyr. You don't know truth. You don't know burden. You know sh--. That's it.
We had a modern day Confucius on our team and didn't realize it. You know what? F-- you Ricky! Burden equals truth? What the F-- do you know about burden?
Oh I see, trying to decide whether you should burn by paper or by bong ? Choosing between being a Lenny Kravitz groupie or a Jim Brown disciple? Whether you should go on a little adventure to Asia for some opium-induced yoga lessons, or bum around Athens during the Olympics? Umm, all tough choices, yes indeed.
So much burden. You must then, by extension, have "truth" coming out of you’re a--. Tell you what Ricky, since burden equals truth, why don't you sell your house(s), and your SUVs, give away your money and keep only what you need for shelter and food, and go hang out with the homeless and disadvantaged, since you claim you care about them so much…you do that, and you'll have "truth" truly jumping out at you from every corner. You won't be able to walk without stepping on truth. Or is that TOO much burden? TOO much "truth" for you to handle?
No Ricky, every man doesn't think his burden is the heaviest. There are men with your God-given talent and money, and security who appreciate what they have, who know they are fortunate enough not to know what the worst degrees of burden are. You want burden, and truth? You don't even have to go as far as being homeless to get just a small taste of it. Trade places with some of the people on this board-- people who raise families cheque to cheque; who wonder where they're going to come up with the extra $500 they need for their sick kid's prescription; who sometimes have to feed their family with Burger King for a few weeks because the tranni just dropped on their 1993 Buick; but still manage to scrape enough money together so they can take their kids to see you f--ing play once or twice a year!!!! No Ricky, not even that's real burden. Like I said, just a taste.
You're no f--ing Mandella, you're no Jesus -- you're no f--ing martyr. You don't know truth. You don't know burden. You know sh--. That's it.
