You heard WHAT???!!
I drove a truck for many years in the San Francisco Bay area. I usually ended up in Oakland about 2 a.m. to change trailers. Oakland at 2 a.m. isn't a nice place. You'll never go more than, say, 20 seconds without hearing gunfire. Everything smells like urine, smoke, beer and ashes. There are piles of trash in the streets that will persist for months or years without being moved or cleaned up. Burned out car hulks litter the boulevards. About ten percent of all cars that are out cruising on Friday or Saturday nights have at least one window busted out.
I must not whargarrbl. Whargarrbl is the mind-killer. Whargarrbl is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my whargarrbl. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the whargarrbl has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
For any man who has a defect shall not approach: a man blind or lame, who has a marred face or any limb too long, a man who has a broken foot or broken hand, or is a hunchback or a dwarf, or a man who has a defect in his eye, or eczema or scab, or is a eunuch. (Leviticus 21:18)
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