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Do you really do this, or was that a joke?
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The meanist thing I do is shoot grackles with an air pistol. You may not know this, but grackles are telepathic. I hate the black greasy fuckers (birds, we're talking here) because they eat the food I put out for my doves. And they screech like frying bacon. Not to mention shitting all over everything. So I started popping them. Natural selection took over. First they would startle from the report (it's subsonic, so they gain an advantage by dodging). Then they startled when I pointed the pistol. Then when I opened the door. Then when I came close to the door. Then when I pumped up the pistol. Then when I put a pellet in the pistol. Then when I pulled the pistol out of the drawer. Finally, the smart little fuckers learned to sense when I was THINKING about shooting them. So now I mess with their heads. I am a Vipassana meditator. So it is trivial for me to take as my meditation kasina the beauty of the grackle. "The grackle is the loveliest of birds!", I think to myself. "I love the grackle!" This is not easy to do while murderously loading cocking and pointing a pistol at their ugly heads. Now I do the same thing with NQ. It is not unlike splitting wood with a maul. You have to think forcefully, "Split, you bitch!" Otherwise it won't split.
