I sort of wonder what it would be like if I were a pansy:

likely I imagine myself running at the drop of the hat to the emergency room for every little fall, scrap, or bump...

likely I imagine myself looking for to anyone for solace here as opposed to silently remaining in place...and needing to be surrounded by people to produce this sense of internal safety.  

likely I imagine myself vacillating in the wind, a right wing nazi one day, ardent left wing militant the next....or maybe another given to the same daily text and talk to be typified in one life...

the pansies that are raised are raised in households that say, 'Don't ever do this...don't ever do that...don't ever say this....don't ever say that...but cater....'

A pansy holds and waives his baton and beats non violents in mass, and cries so deeply when outside of the company of his companions.

Now a REAL BEING STERNLY faces up to the suffering that HE doles out.  :D

I'd dare say on this conditions 99% of the human race are pansies.

This blog is in response to another 'one of those' articles found in the 'modern philosophy' section of google news.  :D