“Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me”

Mommy, he called me a name! Long before we all became a bunch of stupid cunts feigning “hurt,” that was the idiomatic wisdom. I’m sure I must’ve heard it first from my mom; and I remember it, misogynist that I am. But I’ll get to that, later. Because I’m not puerile, I have no problem…...

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Richard Nikoley

I'm Richard Nikoley. Free The Animal began in 2003 and as of 2022, contains over 5,000 posts. I blog what I wish...from health, diet, and food to travel and lifestyle; to politics, social antagonism, expat-living location and time independent—while you sleep—income. I celebrate the audacity and hubris to live by your own exclusive authority and take your own chances. Read More
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