How Do I Love Thee? How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right; I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints -- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861) Well, that was unexpected
After your acting like a wall and basically claiming that I think racism is okay in the name of humor?
Not happening. Game over.
Ah yes, a facebook comment chain with a narrow-minded individual because I didn't jump on the bandwagon of calling a satirical article disgusting, only calling the fictional portion.