At 10/3/12 01:47 PM, Skaren wrote:
I think you all need to come to terms with the fact that this is a children's show and that there's no point bitching and moaning about the writing or the characters considering it's designed for people a fraction of your age, not to mention the fact that whining about wanting a set date for when the cartoon will be out when it's still in production is so childish as for you to be practically in the target range of said show, on top of these facts, however, you all masturbate to the protagonists (and even the antagonist/secondary characters) of a children's show.
You fucking disgust me, I like the show, but the bitching of said show is fucking ridiculous, grow up.
I could care less. I am sorry to be the baron of bad news, but you seem buttered, so allow me to play doubles advocate here for a moment. In an age where false morals are a diamond dozen, true virtues are a blessing in the skies. We often put our false morality on a petal stool like a bunch of pre-Madonnas, but you all seem to be taking something very valuable for granite. So I ask of you to mustard up all the strength you can because it is a doggy dog world out there. Although there is some merit to what you are saying it seems like you have a huge ship on your shoulder. In your argument you seem to throw everything in but the kids Nsync, and even though you are having a feel day with this I am here to bring you back into reality, because itâEUTMs now like the pot calling the kettle cracked. I have a sick sense when it comes to these types of things. It is almost spooky, because I cannot turn a blonde eye to these glaring flaws in your rhetoric. I have zero taller ants when it comes to people spouting out hate in the name of moral righteousness. You just need to remember what comes around is all around, and when supply and command fails you will be the first to go.
Irregardless, make my words, when you get down to brass stacks it doesn't take rocket appliances to get two birds stoned at once. It's clear who makes the pants in this relationship, and sometimes you just have to swallow your prize and accept the facts, instead of making a half-harded effort. You might have to come to this conclusion through denial and error but I swear on my mother's mating name that when you put the petal to the medal you will pass with flying carpets like itâEUTMs a peach of cake. Accept the fax.