Bakunin
I am Noodle's bitch.
You know, don't you, that this is why we can't have nice things. Like a revolution.
I'm sure your hearts are in the right place, but collectively you come across like a bunch of creepy bedroom bullies.
Question:
If we were all permanently blowing sunshine up your arse and praising you to the heavens as though you could do no wrong, would we still come across as being unpleasant and misguided?