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Dammit! I don't generally conduct business based on principle. Because, as far as I can tell, if I have principles they are all over the map. If you are a bastard with 'X' and you are the only person with 'X' and I need 'X', I'll probably do business with you to obtain 'X'. I'm selfish and indulgent like that.
But one can't always ignore a light when it's turned on. And there are other places to purchase pumpkins and cider, though those places may not be as pretty and serene. I can get 'X' elsewhere, even if certain things must be sacrificed.
So, **** you Riley's Apple Farm. I can buy my pumpkins and my apples and my cider and take country walks and make candles elsewhere. I don't need you and your stupid ****ing blog.
Intolerance to their intolerance, aside, it's people like the Rileys who are making it possible for a woman who thinks The Flinstones is a documentary to become Vice-President of the United States. God damn it.
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