Apart from the stupidity of the fascist I mentioned yesterday, foolish, ignorant, and a novax. I wonder why all the fascists I encounter demand rules for others and never for themselves. In the workshop, the over 50s were all scandalized by Mamood's skirt (is it spelled like that?) and no one was talking about Annalisa's legs, and I raised doubts about their sexuality. Why do I have to share space with these beings? The Man Who Sold the World (2015 Remaster)