I love cunts but fuck me.. fighting fascists is hard enough without suffering surprise attacks from pedantic over-reacting old school feminist snipers shooting you in the arse amidst the dire confusion of battle.. plenty of words share more than one distinct and separate meanings.. eg.. you can love my prick.. or call me a prick.. I dont care either way. neither do,I presume, fascist scum who probably are'nt very likely to be stopped in their tracks by a sanctimonious 'telling off' and language lesson from a 'sickened and horrified' word obsessive. heaven forbid this could be the one factor to unify REDS and BNP against a common adversary !!!
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