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It was just feelings and reflections in a moment. 

You had the chance...it was right there in your greasy fucking palms. 

Opportunity.

That's right...Opportunity.

We all have a chance to hold it, and then to run with it. We don't all get to run in the same direction though, some paths are different.  Yes, some will be shinier, with better pavers...some may be cobblestone...some may be dirt and rubble. But we all have pathways to take us to a better pla...

Oh, fuck...no...actually that's not true.  Yes, I was going to suggest everyone gets a chance to get to a better place in life.  That happy, Hollywood, tearjerker, Good News(tm) happy ending.  But the truth is there are some men who make it their goal in life to crush and destroy these pathways.  To utterly destroy any opportunities for betterment and joy...and also the opportunities to take in oxygen...

But, there is a special place in Hell for yet other "men".  You know who they are...maybe you are one of them...

..."Not My Problem"...

"I've got bills."
"I've got a bad back"
"I've got to watch Orange is the New...'

Shut the fuck up you and your fat mug full of Grade A, Natural, Organic Trigger Warnings.

Wash and scrub your hands of it all you will, they will still be dripping with sarin-steeped blood.

A crack team of scientists accidentally uncover a cache of possessed goats in suspended animation. As they conduct tests, the goats reanimate, take over the laboratory, and discover a cure for cancer, but then they eat it and go back to sleep.

What is it?

It's it!

And it's been it the whole time.

But the rest of the kids took a time out for the past 8 years and forgot that it was it.

And now...TAG, we're really fucking...it.

There was then a terrible crash that came from stage right.  That scaffolding that you thought had been strong and secure, it turns out was made of a type of cheese that resembled something other than swiss cheese.  I mean of course, because who would build with holy materials.  The kind that you can just see through.  This has always been mans folly, fully trusting in the eyes without the knowledge of the lurking deceit. 

How far shall we sink below until we know too late that we've been drowning since long before anyone can remember they forgot?

Wait, what was the question?

Five Tons Of Flucks!

Except that it's not Swiss Cheese.  It's concrete and steel, and it has not been properly maintained.  It's two and a half centuries of poor maintenance.  Sure, the blue print was good, but the work was just plain shoddy.  Now, it's probably better to stand there and pretend that it's not looming directly over your head, that those flakes falling are snow, and that the horrible groaning noises are just wind.

And certainly pay no attention to the tens of millions of jabbering loons bashing away at the foundations, hollering about how they're gonna make it all great again.  They're just reality TV, after all.  There are other, better things to pay attention to...Junkenstein's crowbar, for example.  He's not fucking around, don't test him.  Or EoC's smile.  It's a little Jurassic, and there are far too many teeth in it. 

In fact, think about LMNO, the last of the Big Gay Cowboys, strumming his guitar and singing his love of Devine.

It's better for you, really.

Word.  And everyone is searching for that silver bullet.  That one, quick, easy-button solution.  Except, seems more often than not, we see some person as the silver bullet.  Obama, Trump, Winfrey... a modern Jesus who will tell us on the TeeVee from the comforts of our Cheeto-encrusted couches that THEY will deliver us to the promise land of low-priced milk and honey.  I mean, why get up and try to work for it.  Let's just sit here slack-jawed and wait for them to put it in our lap. 

Salvation in a Tempur-Pedic Wi-Fi enabled Hamster Wheel.

There was then a terrible crash that came from stage right.  That scaffolding that you thought had been strong and secure, it turns out was made of a type of cheese that resembled something other than swiss cheese.  I mean of course, because who would build with holy materials.  The kind that you can just see through.  This has always been mans folly, fully trusting in the eyes without the knowledge of the lurking deceit. 

How far shall we sink below until we know too late that we've been drowning since long before anyone can remember they forgot?

Wait, what was the question?

Five Tons Of Flucks!

that's funny, I get it it's all about confusion

Guess my post topic title makes sense now

No it makes sense perfectly.