The freedom of the free market is pretty chill, but it is also true that people left to their own devices have a habit of making certain decisions in a short-sighted manner. Maximum freedom doesn't automatically equate to optimal decision-making, especially when it comes to issues like substance usage. There is a case to be made for saving people from their own decisions, especially when there is a huge base of evidence to show that people will make decisions that are bad for themselves and for others if not regulated.
Well at the moment, I am the government. Of course I want to poke, prod, and pry into the lives of my subjects! Whoever said a fifth term was a terrible idea?
For we are one and the same, dear. I saw that video with the malformed toddler and that Penelope girl, and it seemed eerily similar to our first meeting.
Honestly, it seems rather tame compared to some of the things posted here. I myself can get a bit terse at times.
Though I donít think wallowing is quite the right word, given the split meaning could cause confusion in the context given. Reveling, perhaps.
No, wallow is much more appropriate, have you ever noticed how much animals enjoy mud holes.
And weíve already established my vocabulary is more salty then such a refined lady as yourself, my very first draft wouldíve had mods here in a heartbeat.
Oh, wouldnít that be a sight! This is true. I am a lady of refinement and class, possessing a lineage defined by good breeding and aristocratic ideals. You, a brute, a rough man of dirt.
I feel as if that is the plot of half of every book with a shirtless man and a woman in 19th century garments on the cover.
Passion on the a Moors
The Manor of Sweet Delight
The Man and the Lady: A Throb Story, Book Two
Iím assuming itís a trilogy of course.
I can see it now, you traveling against the wishes of your advisors, headstrong and proud. My raids capturing your ship off the coast of Madagascar, where contrary to the wishes of my crew Iím entranced by your fearless defiance and give you the freedom of my ship the Witch Hazel while we await your ransom.
Then there is a coup and I quash it, you gain respect for me, and then either I have you made a nobleman and you return to the mainland where you conflict with society for the next two books or we steal my ransom and run off to rule the high seas, the swelling and ebbing of the oceanís waves only matched in chaos by the swirling whirlwinds of our passions, both driven by a deadly mixture of lust and loathing.