"I sat at the typewriter for the first time and fell in love with the words that emerged like drops, one by one, and remained on the white sheet of paper ... every drop became something that if spoken would have flown away, but on the sheets as words, became solidified, whether they were good or bad."
Oriana Fallaci
Dante named the damned and honored the virtuous. We continue this tradition. Some here may find redemption, but many will suffer this torment on earth: Our fiery blasts withering in a wide swath their ignorance and stupidity. Under this banner we proceed, "may the Lord see and avenge."
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