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There is an argument that the giant panda should be allowed to quietly fade into extinction, given the poor lifestyle choices that are apparently baked into the undersexed bamboo-gobbler's communist DNA. To wit, a diet suited to a lifetime of lounging around on its hairy, piebald arse, when it should be learning how to digest red meat and fuck like a chad.
A similar concession might be made to Coach Red Pill, who in any given dangerous situation will not only embark upon the course of action that is most likely to cause himself harm, but will also broadcast his intentions to the widest possible audience. While some, having vocalised their plans, might take a moment to reflect upon the inadvisability of having done so, Gonzalo Lira lacks the capacity for this kind of low-level introspection, or maybe he thinks that he is above such concerns. Literal retards, who were born with serious physical and mental disabilities are raising their contorted arms and pointing tremulously towards him, filling the air with the unsettling sound of their guttural, subhuman laughter, as their protective helmets beat out a demented Morse Code against the backrests of their electric wheelchairs. As incredible as it might sound, the author of 'Wilshire Boulevard' has out-tarded the profoundly retarded.
I have no doubt that if Lira is dispatched to a labour camp, his pathological tendency to rub people the wrong way, coupled with his predilection for drawing attention towards himself in the most obnoxious manner possible, and his compulsion to signpost his every bone-headed move, is going to get him shived or assaulted in some other fashion.
A similar concession might be made to Coach Red Pill, who in any given dangerous situation will not only embark upon the course of action that is most likely to cause himself harm, but will also broadcast his intentions to the widest possible audience. While some, having vocalised their plans, might take a moment to reflect upon the inadvisability of having done so, Gonzalo Lira lacks the capacity for this kind of low-level introspection, or maybe he thinks that he is above such concerns. Literal retards, who were born with serious physical and mental disabilities are raising their contorted arms and pointing tremulously towards him, filling the air with the unsettling sound of their guttural, subhuman laughter, as their protective helmets beat out a demented Morse Code against the backrests of their electric wheelchairs. As incredible as it might sound, the author of 'Wilshire Boulevard' has out-tarded the profoundly retarded.
I have no doubt that if Lira is dispatched to a labour camp, his pathological tendency to rub people the wrong way, coupled with his predilection for drawing attention towards himself in the most obnoxious manner possible, and his compulsion to signpost his every bone-headed move, is going to get him shived or assaulted in some other fashion.