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What a bunch of sanctimonious twaddle. Real people don't say that or write it on the wall. Real people just live.

"Oh! Look at me! Look at me preen in utter self-rightousness! Don't you wish you were wonderful and tolerant like me?"

Who are the people who feel the need to post "...sanctimonious twaddle." under a picture of something they don't like?

Mikey, I prefer that poster to your sanctimonious twaddle of a rantlet.

I disagree, leelu, but give you high marks for "Sanctimonious twaddle of a rantlet."

I disagree, leelu, but give you high marks for "Sanctimonious twaddle of a rantlet."

And so say we all.

"Real people don't say that or write it on the wall. Real people just live."

Last time I visited my little brother's house his wife had no less that 20 Catholic icons in their living room right through to the far kitchen wall. Every religion has its totems.

Actually, I like the sentiments, and view it not as a message to others, but a note to self.

Casca,

Yes, upon further reflection, it reminds me of "words to live by" or "house rules" or some such that I've seen at people's homes over the years. I find the show above sentiments heartening and uplifting.

What I don't understand is the sanctimonious twat who decides he *must* put up a website with every picture captioned "Fuck your (whatever it is I don't like or don't find ironically hip)". Yes, some of the stuff I saw posted seemed crap. But, "fuck your..."?? Really? A blog devoted to "Fuck your..."? To. What. End?

Gerard, thanks for the marks. Sorry if I've overstepped here.

My take is, someone put this up to set the family ground rules. The aforementioned f'blogger got hold of it, and posted it to his "Fuck..." blog. In that context, the rantlet ensued. A lot of heat, light and noise, or sound and fury, if you will. Yes, that includes me, I suppose.

Oh, it's just emotional immaturity. Wasn't there a time in your life when you wanted to kick everyone else's ass all the time every day? Then you grow up, and focus on one once in a while.

It was customary to put that stuff on a small wooden plaque for display in the bathroom or discreetly hidden in the kitchen. There the Bakelite cat clock with the waggin' tail attracted more attention.

Actions speak louder than words.

My dad used to have a plaque on his desk at the music store that said, Quitcherbitchin. It was his philosophy, and we weren't allowed to complain about it.

Manifesto of the terminally unique. Just like everyone else.

JWM

Better if it was wallet size.