nope, rejecting mason cunts who dare to spit into my face, or who know but do not talk, is not sad at all. it is just what needs to be done.
and I will do that big time in the next month. imagine how quick you cunts will die w/o the trouble of you meeting me. and let me tell you, those meetings did not go like you cunts hoped for. despite tears and fear and praying hands, I just rejected all.