Getting paid to rant is a dream come true. If I'm not writing a new epinion, I can be found complaining bitterly to my MPP about social injustice, or to my local Tim Horton's when they run out of X-tra large cups. If I couldn't write for epinions, I'd be reduced to standing in front of my mirror, arguing with myself. I'd usually win. He has been diagnosed with cancer, and a fund-raiser has been started to aid with the expenses he will incur.
Reason is, and ought only to be, the servant of the passions.