This is another thing. It is another thing after another thing after another thing, all of them wrong, misguided, unfair, unjust, ill-conceived, and unacceptable. Unacceptable. At what point did you consider it would be OK to foist all of these another things at me, repeatedly, over and over, so that their wrong, misguided, unfair, unjust, ill-conceived unacceptability would accumulate into a sum of another things that were tolerable or even agreeable to me?
Your delusion pays you no compliments. Your disingenuity pays you no reward. Your deceit pays you nothing at all, save its own bitter harvest. I shall not sup at that table. I shall not sup at any table where your empty promises are served. I may be hungry, but do not mistake my hunger for desperation.
