I will stand on my original comment, and add only that you are a cretin who hasn't the power of intellect nor the generousity of spirit to apprehend, much less embrace, the pascifist's plea for peace.

It doesn't surprise me that a barbarian such as you would trumpet the dubious virtues of soldiering.

@TomWaitsForSnowman:

I've had my fun, lex; you've been a good sport and I'm finished now. Keep up the always interesting commenting.

Hearing her words, I was crestfallen; more than crestfallen—dispirited, saddened, destroyed. My face lost color, while at the same time my ears flushed deep crimson with embarrassment and what might have been a darting twinge of anger. For the first time in my life, I was without something to say. Having landed her…

Man, Running
The Running Man, both novella and film, will always occupy a place of high regard in my memory; In fact, this entry in King's canon puts me in mind of a painful but ultimately inspirational high school incident. In my own way, I'd for a long time been a running man—toward, then away from, then back again…

I am not responsible for the above comment. I would never use the phrase "snicker snacked." Another note for inclusion in your growing dossier, imposter.

How dare you put my opinion to question, dan? Don't you know mine are the most informed, trenchant comments on this site? If I say that Polanski's 'Macbeth' trades on his personal tragedy, you best accept it as gospel.