Exception

I am wont to say that all sentient beings possess basic goodness, or buddha-nature. It turns out that this is not true. Someone has taken over the last radio station in Portland that actually played music in the morning and replaced it with yet ANOTHER perky-girl-and-yuk-yuk-guy morning show, in which brain-damaged people telephone in to talk about sex, and produce irritating guffaws that occupy endless stretches of air-time. This person clearly has no goodness whatsoever, and should be taken out and shot repeatedly, in whatever areas of his alien body might contain clusters of nerve tissue, until he is quite dead.

Thank you. I feel better. We now return you to our regularly scheduled mealy-mouthed Buddhist piety.