My words condemn me--in the insane counter-logic of a decaying brain in a
rapidly aging body that will be a Nietzsche like vegetable eventually.

Harsh words from you, Nima, are sweet to my eyes and ears. It tells me my work
is done. The libeler gets a taste of his own medicine.

--- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05
 * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)