And for someone who was so blinded to what real truths there are in life, I am fairly well grounded in what is true and what is not. I mean really, what do you expect from a kid who's greatest fear is an infestation of butt worms and advocated killing "squishies" while jousting at the windmill to save the "fishies"?
I can't believe you guys... I bare my soul for you guys, revealing my deepest fear and I get nothing but ridicule for my troubles.
Codger, don't assume I'm a "kid". I may not be a man of your advanced years but I didn't go university straight out of high school. Before that I spent the better part of a decade out in the workforce having my youthful idealism spanked out of me by the not-always-pleasant real world, and all I got to show for it was a bad back and a messed up knee. Reread the relevant posts, at no point have I "advocated the killing of 'squishies'", I simply stated that wasn't fond of them, which is true. Nor have I been tilting at windmills to save the "fishies". Indeed I have not (unless there is a typo somewhere) used the term "fishies". I used "fishes" which is standard when you're refering to multiple species of fish. I care that people do not treat them as though they are completely incapable of feeling pain, but beyond that I could hardly be said to go out of my way to save the "fish" or "fishes", as you prefer. The reality of animal research, even relatively benign research, is that I am put in close contact and in conflict with the PETA/ALF types, and they don't do naked protests in front of labs. I am hardly one of them.
I survived the youthful exhuberence of false ideals and crusades, society did too, and I have lived to be an old man know-it-all without the idealist part.
Ain't that the truth!