If your life depended on you forgiving Forcesco Fuscilli, could you forgive the man who disgraced your father?
First things first: I'm not the one reading YOUR blog.
But I did come here to turn this stuff upside down, confound your reasoning, scoff at your rules. I'd love to see your face as I drop this wit upon you: what contortion about the jowls, wildness of absolute confusion about the eyes, and dull stupidity about the gaping mouth. I tell the meek and unnoticed to do something special(hopefully something positive), to get in the game, ignore the advertising, turn a deaf ear to the hoopla.
Isn't there always hoopla?