World Report: Enough Already

Sunday afternoon before the sheep look up & return to work cheer: There is not a leader, would-be leader or middle manager in any human activity in this hopeless world of shit, pain & terminal boredom that I would not gladly strangle w/ my bare hands & run through a wood chipperslap silly w/ a sapa few times, given the opportunity.

C'mon, hand one of 'em over!

No? Fine. Stay bent over, spread wide & shut up, just as the boss wants you. After all, you'll be dead soon enough & it (& you) won't matter any more. Not that it did when most of you were alive, far as I can tell.

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Note to self: Expressions of ennui-induced anger & aggro just as prevalent when typing in the first person singular as plural. Whaddaya know ...