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"i am a sucker for when the heavens get so angry they attack the earth with a forceful downpour.
i lock myself inside. i can hear their pounding.
ah….and the lightning.
the sky cracks open. a celestial misstep, a momentary glimpse behind the forbidden curtain.
but they can’t touch me.
no matter how hard they try.
nothing gets in.
i am only a witness.
not involved, far removed. (daydreaming)
wishing for their worst, hoping for the best.
watching. soaking in the serenity through chaos.
constantly moving, all while standing still.
bated breath.
listen.
(stop)

-2013, frnkiero."
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"when the satellites exploded without warning or prejudice, we knew it was time for a change.
these offerings i brought won’t last the night. but at least i hardly tried.
my fog once blank now pink and blue has blessed our dead and kissed the doors closed.
her rotten gait once held the scent of flowers but nothing more…and the cover up was fleeting at best.
i am tired.
i am full.
reinvigorated.
and spent.

illegal explosives and the searing of flesh brought to you by the heartland.
i’ve found nothing but smiles and holes in my vans.
my body stinks of experiences my mind has forgot, and my heart aches for the memories we have yet to make together,
forevers,
for each other,
though weathered.
bang bang, this conversation is over.
bang bang, it is not the first, but it is the last.
bang bang, tonight is dead.
…and tomorrows shall wait in the wings.

-2013, frnkiero."

'UNTITLED.'

Jun. 2nd, 2022 04:20 pm
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"i am the fucking best at being the absolute worst.
i am the michael jordan of avoiding conversations.
i am the ludwig van beethoven of not cleaning up after myself.
i am the don draper of getting a stomach ache.
i am the mahatma gandhi of forgetting people’s names.
i am the steve jobs of clogging toilets.
i am the muhammad ali of misspelling words and incorrect punctuation.
i am the abraham lincoln of getting migraines.
i am the william shakespeare of falling down the stairs.
i am the mother teresa of procrastination.
i am the beatles of cumming too quick.
i am the jesus christ of angsty bullshit.
i am the coffee grinds at the bottom of your cup…the paper cut in between your fingers, the piss on the seat, the chapped lips, the humidity, the empty gas tank, the empty wallet, the boy that never called, the girl that wished you did, the complaint, the job, the boss, the traffic, the commercials, the time you did that thing you regret with your entire being.
i am alive at times and dead at others.
i am loved, and so i love.
i’ve been hurt, and so i hurt.
i am you, and you are me…
and we are perfectly imperfect…
as we should be.

-2013, frnkiero."
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"doom ym tif ot decrof era sdrow eseht.
srorrim eseht fo kcis os mi.
dednuorrus syawla tey detalosi ylsuolucitem.
elbuort otni em teg tnow taht yas ot gnihton evah i.
tug eht ot hcnup a si tsorf ruoy.
snroht ni derevoc era syad eseht.
seye ym gnipacse fo trohs llaf sraet ym.
yrt ew tub.
liaf ew dna.
erom emos yrt ew os.
fo edam si emit tahw ees llahs ew rehtegot dna.

-2013, frnkiero."
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"your silence is weighted.
poured on thick and antiquated.
a lethargic bonfire.a mixed bag of emotional six flags.meeting with a muffled yawn.
it’s time ____
to be_________
a grownup_________________________
or find your own path to heaven.
either way, if you are really lucky only a handful of souls will actually notice that you are gone.
i don’t wanna fuck this up i don’t wanna fuck this up i don’t wanna fuck this up i don’t wanna fuck this up i don’t wanna fuck this up i don’t wanna fuck this up i dont wannfuck thisup i dont wannfuckthis up idontwnnafuck this up
…ah man, and just when i was getting so good at fucking everything up too.
lithium carbonate.

-2013, frnkiero."
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"this city is noise.
cause and effect found dead. strangled and bound…it’s bound to be true.
stars lie face down, drunk and gay. forced to smile,
forced to shine by the beauty they have witnessed.
truly fulfilled and unruly still.
i am facing my demons…i am the face of her’s.
round and red, i’ve escaped from death, life’s instructions burned and unread.
we are now and forever will be unaware of what has to come next.
pale visions of future’s past lead the way in last season’s lead boots.
i fawn over your wit. i am butter in your mitts. and still i long for everything.
feel free to pity me…they always do. (i make a good lost cause and an easy target.)
forget what you’ve learned for these woods, once hollow and bare, are now full to the brim with villains.
…ah, but they don’t stand a chance do they? (nor do any of us for that matter.)
it’s a slippery slope, a losing battle, when you’re up against such a sweetly sly smile.
a tender embrace.
a glance in the right direction.
an accented compliment.
you wreck me you scoundrel you…and for that i am forever indebted.

-2013, frnkiero."

'UNTITLED.'

Jun. 2nd, 2022 04:04 pm
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"carving. playful. unnerving. posture.
blissful. bounding. boastful. instigator.
am i not the earnest bystander forgotten by time?
…and space?
(we’re losing it.)
living. loving. loafing. gloss.
kissing. cussing. stressful. cousins.
your playful nature can’t hide you for long.
(or will it?)
now go and forever delete this minute and a half.
pose and release. forgive without forget.
prose and regret. silently swallow it all down.
i’ve been better, but i’ve also been worse.
(oh, but haven’t we all?)
smile or die.
we can live with or without the (fantastically)(desperate) game of chance.
-2014, frnkiero."
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"Once upon a time, in a place long but forgotten, there resided a town surrounded on all sides by a great forest. The town was populated with all different types of people, as towns sometimes are. And the forest was inhabited by all different types of animals, as forests sometimes are. The townspeople and the animals led separate but connected lives, and all lived in harmony. Until one day…
A middle-aged man from the town was out in the woods gathering food for his family and happened upon a large grizzly bear. ‘Hello.’ the man said, and asked the bear if he knew a shortcut back to town, as it was getting cold these days and dark was quickly approaching. The bear, feeling the cold as well and sensing the man’s fatigue, quickly attacked and messily devoured the man.
That night the man’s family stayed up all night waiting for him to come home. Growing more anxious and afraid with every passing hour, they watched the night turn into day. When he did not show up, they went to the other people of the town and together formed a search party. The townspeople scoured the surrounding woods until dawn the next morning. It was then the search party found evidence of the man’s attack and death. Frightened and sad, the people ran back to their homes and hid. The peace between the town and the forest had been shattered.
Meanwhile, news of the murder spread quickly throughout the forest, and the animals called a meeting. The old rabbit addressed the crowd, “There has been peace between our forest and the town for as long as I can remember. But now blood has been shed, and I can only imagine what the people might do to avenge one of their own.”
“The grizzly bear has done a terrible thing. He offended the town and put us all at risk.” Said the wolf. “But don’t be afraid…I know just what to do. Leave it to the wolves to fix everything.”
The animals all agreed to let the wolf pack handle the situation, desperately hoping that he could somehow restore peace and make things right in their world once again.
As night settled on the land, the wolf pack snuck through the woods and into the cave where the grizzly bear was sleeping. Quietly the wolves surrounded him, and before the bear awoke, the wolves attacked and killed him. The pack ate until they were full, and brought what was left of the bear to the edge of the forest for the townspeople to find.
“Let this offering be penance to the people of the town. May the grizzly’s death quell their anger and fear, and his meat fill their bellies.” Said the wolf. The pack decided to hide there in the bushes to make sure the townspeople received their offering.
The next morning the townspeople awoke to find the bloody carcass of the grizzly spread across the entrance of their town. Screams filled the air. “It’s a warning!” yelled one townsperson. “What kind of beast could do this to a grizzly bear? We don’t stand a chance!” screamed another. The leaders of the town decided, in order to keep the people calm and everyone safe, they should all gather together in the church until they could come up with a plan. Overhearing the people’s commotion, the wolf came up with a new plan of his own to bring order to their world.
Under cover of darkness the wolf pack snuck through the forest, into the town, and without a sound they surrounded the church where all of the townspeople had gathered. When the wolves were sure everyone inside was fast asleep, they leapt through the windows of the church and killed everyone inside.
In the following days word of what the wolves had done traveled through the forest. Upon hearing this, the old rabbit went to the wolf’s den to confront him. “I thought you were going to restore peace! You assured us you knew exactly what to do, and yet all you have brought upon us is more murder! Why would you do this?” asked the rabbit.
Calmly, the wolf replied, “…Because, I am a wolf.” And without hesitation he devoured the rabbit.
The end.
-2013, frnkiero."
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"at long last maybe the time has finally come for yours truly to take control of the uncontrollable.
to predict the inevitable.
to accept or expect, rather, the unexpected….
ha. no seriously, fuck that.
a life infested with rats and the traps are hungry. a sea of life rafts, but the sharks are circling. and they’re desperately trying to put in their drink order before last call.
reasons not rules.
fight for your right to parlay.
if seeing is believing, ive been legally blind since 1987. but i still cant dance (and i cant sing even though i enjoy showing off my lack of talent to elevator music and commercials on the home and garden network).
so if B is for bed rest, and beestings, and boy dogs who cant keep their dick’s in their fur.
and C is for shut the fuCkup before you over stay your fuCking welCome.
then i guess i’ll B C-ing you next semester, because im Addicted to my Depression,
fuckers.

-2013, frnkiero."
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"whiskey filled serenades.
sweet, distilled, sugary defeat.
your breath smells like you’re disappointed in me again.
li(v)e your life away, stagnant and stale.
my soul wanders and it troubles me still.
sleepwalking my days into weeks and then some.
unaware of where the truth ends and my li(f)e begins.
i’ll be just fine my dear.
let my wrists and i figure this one out on our own.
i’m gonna get some sleep tonight, even if it kills me.

-2013 frnkiero"
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"step outside into a charcoal drawing. it’s a familiar place you hated as a kid, but have metastasized a new found respect for once your back started aching on the reg.
hometowns are hell, until you’ve actually seen hell…and a sight like that can not be unseen. but upon viewing, home will transform into a paradise, your paradise, and local haunts will become exactly that. a place in which you would be happy to linger forever, trying your damnedest to escape that tunnel of light.
people very rarely last forever. the old must be old for a reason, and the good, as they say, die young in car crashes and chic drug overdoses. probably before they have the time to realize how much bad shit you can really get away with and still be considered ‘good’.
so what of the rest of us? the ones that hover and watch. witnesses. painfully mediocre. at peace with the world happening to us. not good, not bad, not old, not young…just in attendance. eh, it doesn’t matter.
because you can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you just might find you’re eligible for some sort of government assistance. or at the very least a half price app at your neighborhood greasy spoon…but its the little things people, that’s what i’m getting at.
you wont realize it now, in fact you probably won’t get it until its almost too late. but we all do get the wake up call. some of us lucky/unlucky bastards answer it just before the t.v. sizzles…(find someone you love, and make 'em love you damnit)…and we realize that in this world diseased with the celebration of stupidity, absurdity, and precious(paper)metal commercialism (these things, these motherfucking things, we’ll drown in things!) the only 'thing’ that really matters is an honest smile from someone who truly gives a shit about you totally, completely, and unconditionally.
but try using that smile to buy a fifth of vodka these days.

-2013 frnkiero."
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"thoughtfully unappreciative and sincerely preoccupied.
behaviors unbecoming become the best that i can muster.
i am leaving this forest as soon as i can get a handle on these brand new legs.
(and yes, i am aware that i say this on a bi-weekly basis.)

ready, aim, long shot, quiver.
release, exhale, follow through, barely deliver.
have i missed our mark entirely?

frail nerves can bend the strongest of spines.
and strong words can break a person in two.
strong but true? true but right? right but just? but just how strong? am i right?
one must never quake in the presence of thy own true self.
we all must… jesus christmas it’s beautiful outside!

-2014, frnkiero."
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Classmates.com is a wonderful website that offers the public the ability to view any high school yearbook they have available in their database. As you search their yearbook catalog, you are prompted to provide which state you would like to search, which city you would like to search in, what school you would like to view, then what year you are searching for. Frank Iero attended Queen of Peace in North Arlington, NJ, 1996 - 1999. Classmates.com has the yearbooks for 1996, 1998, and 1999 (unsure why 1997 would be missing). Here, I would like to share all photos of Frank Iero from this website in one place.

Beginning with the year 1996- Frank's freshman year.



There is not much about Frank said in this yearbook, as he only become involved in clubs later in his high school career. There is, however, this adorable photo of him on his birthday- Halloween.



Now, even though there is not much listed in the yearbook itself about Frank this year- we know from other interviews that this was the year that he played his first show with his friend, an upperclassman, John “Hambone” McGuire, who took him under his wing to show him many of the punk albums that formed him; they played a junior class dance, which can be seen here in an Instagram post by Frank himself: https://www.instagram.com/p/Bu2R9B7lrJ9/

As I mentioned, 1997, Frank's sophomore year, is missing- so, onto 1998, his junior year.



The most notable thing about this year shown in the yearbook is the fact that Frank was one of the founders of his school's music club.



There is even a comment on this club written by Frank himself:



On the page about this club, we find this gem of a photo.



The last mention of Frank in this yearbook is under the Natural Oddities section, where Frank claims he has no known oddities, but his friend can pick her nose with her tongue!



His senior year, 1999, is jam-packed with photos and tidbits about his school life. Not only did Frank create the music club and continue to participate in it his senior year, he also became vice president of the amnesty club and co-created the Fellowship of the Arts club.



Here we can see another blurb written by Frank about the music club.



There are also plenty of pictures from this time, such as this photo of the club's moderators.



And this one of Frank and another moderator working together.



There is a short description of another club, The Fellowship of the Arts, that Frank was a part of founding.



Along with more photos of the members, including Frank.







Then, we reach Amnesty International- a club pertaining to human rights, co-led by Frank his senior year.







To end this venture, I would like to include a couple of photos that are not featured in the yearbook, but I know fans of Frank would enjoy- pictures from his prom!



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As I have dove through the Skeleton Crew website and MySpace, there is one topic left to discuss. Time to talk about FTWillz.

Under the 'writings' tab on the Skeleton Crew website, there are three black and white pictures found. The first is labeled "Keith Buckley," next, "Joey Southside," and finally, "F.T.Willz." The first two photos are of the writers themselves, but Willz opted for a close up photo of an eye.

Three photos used as a link to each writers work

To me, personally, this looks similar to other photos by Frank- but that is up for you to decide. There has been more than one occasion we have seen Frank do this pulled eyelid move.

frank in a ski mask pulling down his eyelid

As we enter the F.T.Willz page, there are only three things posted- one introduction and two poems.

introduction

Now, this first introduction throws a shadow over the theory that F.T.Willz is Frank Iero. The title, "F.T.Willz (1974-?)", implies that the writer was born in 1974, while Frank was born in 1981. There are other, more concrete reasons that the anonymous writer is believed to be Frank that we will get into soon in this post.

First, let's look at the poet's writings.

poem

I promise, there is a more solid reason that I believe F.T.Willz is Frank Iero, but let's first entertain the idea of dissecting his work.

The poem begins with the mention of his intestines keeping him from sleeping, which is not new to Frank. With an album such as Stomachaches and many interviews noting Frank's gastrointestinal dysfunction, it has been shown time and time again, Frank has tummy issues.

Following this, the writer talks about their dream house driving along the interstate- this seems to most definitely be a reference to the tour bus.

Let's move onto the second, and last, poem.

poem

I do not have much to add about this poem, other than a personal comment about how it shakes me when I read it. F.T.Willz knows how to elicit emotion through his words.

Now, we can move into the reason these poems were most definitely written by Frank Iero.

F.T.Willz's MySpace. This has been lost to the fact that it is now a private page, but there are still screenshots that exist, saved by fans at the time. Here, there were more unassuming posts, such as ones about how the writer did not like the internet too much.

post

There are other works, though, that never made it to the Skeleton Crew official website, since the publishing of F.T.Willz writing's got cut short.

post

Then finally, the one I would like for us to pay the most attention to:

post

These are well documented posts by F.T.Willz (or possibly someone pretending to be him on MySpace if you are a skeptic). I think what we discuss next will open your mind.

Frank's official website, https://frank-iero.com/ , leads to his tumblr: https://frank-ierowebsite.tumblr.com/. Here, Frank has posted for many years; from writings to updates on his music and tours, there is a lot to sift through. What interests us most though is a post from 2013 by Frank Iero himself.

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Look familiar? Nearly the same poem as the one posted on the F.T.Willz MySpace in 2008, with small tweaks here and there. Unless Frank decided to plagiarize a well known poem by someone who used to be signed as a writer through his own business, F.T.Willz has to be the man himself. Did Frank let this slip past him, surfing through his old journals for poetry to post and not realizing he had posted under his pseudonym long ago, or did he do this on purpose to finally let us know who the writer actually was? I would love for someone to ask him one day.

Well, now that the mystery is solved, let's look at something I just think is interesting: Frank Iero's own usage of the letters FTW (Fuck the World, For the Win).

frank on stage

Notice the letters on the pick guard?

tattoo reading FTW

What about his tattoo of the letters FTW? Or even the My Chemical Romance song FTWWW? Just some interesting things to think about.
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Continuing our dive through the Skeleton Crew website, we have merch! Many of these digs are well documented in the fandom because who wouldn't want to get their hands on some og merch! Boy, do I sure wish these links still worked for ordering.

So, into the store. Also referred to as 'uniforms' depending on which date you view the site.

shirts once for sell on the skeleton crew website

T-shirts, hoodies, and even polos! These prices.. A branded hoodie from your favorite musician may run you $80 nowadays, $25 is a steal.

accessories on skeleton crew website

The variety- immaculate. Pins and patches are one thing. Hats and ties- genius. The tie is even modeled by the man himself, Frank Iero.

As you sift through the years provided by the WayBack Machine, you can see an abundance of merch, all at what now are lowlow prices.
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And so the tale continues.. onto the actual Skeleton Crew website.

Viewed via the forever holy WayBack Machine: https://web.archive.org/web/20090120191331/http://www.skeletoncrewonline.com/

We are greeted with the Skeleton Crew logo-

S C separated by bones

-of which Frank Iero himself has tattooed behind his ear.

Frank ieros tattoo of skeleton crew logo

To format the website for separate browsers, we are offered the option to view through Internet Explorer or Mozilla Firefox - through the use of head anatomy.

two images of head anatomy with the caption internet explorer and mozilla firefox

As we progress through the years and updates to the website, we get to a homepage that looks a little like this, depending on what date you check:

skeleton crew homepage that uses an xray theme

Through this homepage, we are offered the opportunity to sort through broken links to view a manifesto, writings, a merch store, and media by the bands skeleton crew carried at the time.

The manifesto being:
"In a world of mainstream, sub and counter cultures, attitudes change quickly. The Skeleton Crew ideology is to design and create products that sculpt a new way of living. We are pioneering an infectious sustainable culture involving music, clothing, art and literature. In each endeavor, we promise to infuse our value of hard work and dedication to a cause much larger than personal gain. Some of our proceeds will be donated to an organization of the contributing artist's choice - because we believe that everyone has a responsibility to make a change in their lifetime. As individuals who have been influenced by the movements of creative minds, our goal is to contribute to the spawning of unique independent thinkers who live everyday like it's their last.

xoxo
Frank-"

The writings link leads us to FTWillz, and the store link leads us to Skeleton Crew branded clothing! These, we will discuss in my next posts.
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It's been a minute. My absence was not due to a lack of love for My Chemical Romance or Frank Iero, but instead due to a slight disconnect from the internet. However, I am back and would like to start up my short lived blog again through a post about Skeleton Crew- the record label and misc created by Frank Iero and friends during the 2000s.

To begin, I will link the label/brand's MySpace via the WayBack Machine. https://web.archive.org/web/20090123193245/http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=17489680

Skeleton Crew is self descried in this introductory paragraph:
"Skeleton Crew is a record label, book publisher, and clothing design company. If we're going to do it, we might as well do it all. Skeleton Crew Records will put out limited edition releases, colored vinyl, picture discs, and things I would want as a record collector. Basically whatever the band wants to do, we will put out. Some of the bands you might have heard of, some of the bands you might not have. The one thing they will all have in common is that we like them, which means they are worth checking out. Skeleton Crew Publications will release books written or illustrated by musicians, artists, athletes, and just all around interesting people who have something to say. We are creating a different forum where art and ideas can be presented. With media some of these artists have not experimented with or explored yet. We will not censor any of the artists, they will have full reign over what they create. Last, but not least, is Skeleton Crew Clothing. This is not a t-shirt company! We'll type it again if you didn't read it the first time this is not a t-shirt company. We have nothing against t-shirts, some of our best friends wear them, and we enjoy them as well. All I'm trying to say is that Skeleton Crew is a clothing design company; we are in the process of developing a fall/winter line that will involve more than just screen printed t-shirts. You will be able to wear nothing but Skeleton Crew products for weeks straight to any occasion or destination and never think twice about whether your uniform is comfortable, appropriate, or fashionable. The designs are rad, if we must say so. There are teasers on the website for you right now, but well keep you in anticipation of the clothes for a little bit longer. This is a business that has a greater good in mind, Skeleton Crew will donate a portion of all profits to different charitable organizations, decided upon by the artists we work with.."

The bio for the page is a line you might recognize: "Live everyday like it's your last."

tattoo on Frank Ieros leg reading live each day as if it were your last

Also found on the page's general info section, each member of the team is described; Frank as the cerebellum, Jamia as the dendrite, and Eddie as the medulla oblongata.

Last but not least, a link to the label's very own website: skeletoncrewonline.com
But for those of us who are attempting to view the page now, we can once again utilize the WayBack Machine:
https://web.archive.org/web/20090120191331/http://www.skeletoncrewonline.com/

For my next few posts, we will dig through the Skeleton Crew website, FTWillz, and merch!

Pure

Jun. 18th, 2020 08:26 pm
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Long time, no see! I have been away from this site for a couple weeks to take care of school work. I wanted to come on to share these photos I saw someone repost on another website. A fan asked Frank to write his favorite word while signing his name, to which he wrote 'Pure.'


Frank


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Photo of Frank with scratches

In my years of being in this fandom, this photo has been in my feed many times. There are always comments on the photo, wanting to know 'what the hell happened to Frank?!' I have been told many different explanations: bruises from throwing himself on stage, an allergic reaction, even scratches from a lover (ridiculous). To put this officially to rest, they are from mosquito bites. Now maybe they caused an allergic reaction, and he definitely scratched them, but these large marks are simply from bug bites.


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As many fans know, Frank's college work from the year 2001 is forever saved by the web archive. (Yippee!) Under his electronic journal, (for class! nothing private), week 10s entry has some very important words that I would love to have on my blog:

"Can we please wake up from our ignorance. It baffles me that there are so many people in the world with hate in their hearts for people they don’t even know. I cannot understand how people can treat people as less than a human being just because of their sexual preference, or color of their skin.

No one is born with hate in their heart. Hate is something that has been taught, it is not an innate survival skill that we need. It is a form of stupidity that penetrates our minds and will eventually destroy us."

And from week 15: "I would rather go to jail than go to war."
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