The physical activity of writing was nothing to him. When it came to pensive reflections of man and his existential condition (as mirrored in the experiences of Robert P.), foreign film reviews that were allowed to make as little sense as the films themselves, extended discussions of how the pert French breasts in those films could not really be deconstructed, Derrida or no Derrida, and long, protracted discussions of how people — particularly food service personnel — misunderstood him, Robert was a machine. If it was narcissism and self-indulgence you were after, he could write like a bat out of the bad place.
Douglas Wilson, Evangellyfish
March 10, 2016, Archive
@KirkCEO: “God, make people who talk about how I helped protect child molesters in my Kirk curl up and dry out like dead insects.”
God, I hope you crush the head of anyone who doesn’t agree with me like a grape. #imprecatoryprayer
— Not Doug Wilson (@KirkCEO) September 23, 2015
God, make people who talk about how I helped protect child molesters in my Kirk curl up and dry out like dead insects. #imprecatoryprayer
— Not Doug Wilson (@KirkCEO) September 23, 2015