So here's the thing,
bitches. You can't tell
right from wrong unless
you can also tell why.
Or what, how? Some
authority? (in which case
you DON'T know - you just
flip the buck up) some
dipshit absolutism? some
inscrutable gut hunch?
Get your fuckin' gut hunch
back out of my face, holmes
-- can't say why? Then you don't know. You
are one of the people for whom IT IS TRUE
that right and wrong are pure subjective
- and a cowardly brown stain on the seat of your pants.
can show its work.
But if your right
is right for no reason - you ain't
Figure out your morality
first, before you presume to put it
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