Only in a liberal wet dream do we live in a world where everyone in the universe needs to know your identity - except of course the government, and that after we've turned over the entire handling of our lives from cradle to grave. Nothing like entrusting your life and livelihood into the hands of someone who isn't even sure who the hell you are - and idiotically thinks he doesn't NEED to.
I often find myself falling into the trap of trying to talk sense into the illlustrious Mr Cusick.
It's just so god-damned tempting to point out the unbelievably mind-numbing chasms in what passes for his supposed logic that it will drive you to distraction if you try to resist.
However, once you succumb to the urge, there is only one solitary productive thing that will ever happen. And that is that at some point you will discover that no matter how irresistable it the gaps are to point out, and how easily it's done - where even the stupidest of mindless cows can see it - the illustrious Mr. Cusick will continue to blindly argue on, stubbornly insisting that there are no gaps in his logic, and that you are, in fact, the foolish one for thinking that they were there in the first place.
It is for this reason that I am solidly convinced that Mr. Cusick is certifiably insane. I do not say this to insult or be hyperbolic. I sincerely believe that his
mentis is
non-compos maximus, and he should probably be under the supervision of doctors, and not allowed to handle anything more dangerous than a nerf baseball bat. You cannot argue with a madman and expect to convince him of anything other than his own superiority and sanity.
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