I hate the goddamned PC Police. It was patently obvious to any reasonable person that by “I’m insane”, I meant that most people usually do not talk to the bugs they photograph, but noooooo, along comes the fucking Political Correctness Officer to tell me I should be more sensitive to individuals with mental illnesses (Jesus H. Christ–I had one in my house for six fucking years and somehow managed to not strangle her–how fucking sensitive do you think I should be?), and paraphrase my words, making it obvious that she did indeed understand what I had meant! I had a four-letter response–STFU–but chose instead to take the high road (of sorts) and refuse to change what I’d said, or apologise for saying it. Apologist M. did–and no, I don’t care how many of his family members are mentally ill or how sympathetic he feels toward them–he should have stood his fucking ground. Pussy (cat, of course, since we should be sensitive to those with less intestinal fortitude). I haven’t looked, but if she said one more goddamned word about it, I’m going through her stream, and I’m going to comment on every brightly coloured flower or insect by saying it looks “gay”. That means “happy”, right? If insane still means mentally ill, then gay still means happy. Not even that fucked-up Stinky Peterson got sent to an “insane asylum” or diagnosed as “insane”…because the goddamned word is no longer used as a diagnostic and has instead come to mean something different! Language is fluid. It evolves. Get over it. Mental illness is illness. Insanity is talking to bugs. Now STFU, and if you make one more dumbass PC Police comment like that on any one of my images, EVER, brace yourself for deleting as many “gay” comments as I can get in on yours before you ban me, you snotty fucking hypersensitive bitch, and I can type fast.