This is the advice of a sociopath. What if I raped a cheerleader waiting at the bus stop? What if I accidentally murdered an old man during a smash-and-grab convenience store robbery? That money or that underage pussy is exactly what I wanted, so I guess I shouldn’t regret either of those crimes.
These are extreme examples, obviously, but the point is that people who live without regrets are people who live without learning. Fuck those people, and fuck this simplistic sloganeering.


