It’s okay to not like me or my choice verbiage like Popeye with spinach. It’s okay to drag my reputation through your refuse. I anticipate at least that much, and I don’t give a shit. Besides, no one is thinking of me, especially when they find offense with something about me. All are enamored by their own conceits and how much better the world would be if they were gods; except many don’t even know what that means, or why i’d say so, and that’s okay, too. After refrigeration and electrification became the norm, many also never had to eat their spinach as kids, or else. Just continue as you were. It’s really okay. Be critical, if that's what you want. You don’t have to love me. You can also try to shame me however you wish. Just learn one thing about me and don’t ever forget it. I’ll go down to the grave loving my enemies and hating God’s.