The Problem is You

by illimitableoceanofinexplicability

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WARNING!

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If you are adverse to receiving a

‘Stern Talking-to’

do not read any further

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Included as well is a bonus rant The President and Founder tried out on his assistant this morning over a bowl of cereal. She was unimpressed. See what you think of it for yourself.

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message

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The Holiday Season¹ is upon us.

Tell me I’m wrong. Explain with words that will help me to ignore reality, and instead believe as others do, how you want so badly for it to be some other way, how you would, if only you could, how you pray, but you’re prayers go unheard, and how, in the end, you are, after all, simply a human being like any other, and as such are powerless in the face of this ravenous monster, this unholy creature of our own making which after feasting for all of a year upon the bones of humanity’s dreams does emerge from its dank and fetid cave to fill its loathsome belly once more!

Go ahead. Let me hear the excuses. Tell me it’s not your fault. Go on. I’ll be waiting right here. But, please, do speak up, it is difficult for me to hear over the sound of all hope for every man, woman and child on this planet being crushed.

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Try reading it first without a bowl of cereal. If desired result is not achieved then try it with a bowl of cereal. The kind is probably unimportant.

¹ Ha! The ‘Holiday Season’. Such a gentle name for a plague. A benign title to disguise a horrendous despot. A sweet reference to a pack of rabid dogs. Oh, yes, please, be fooled. Walk happily into its slavering jaws. Pull down its pointed teeth upon you with your last bit of strength. Lay out all you have for its insatiable hunger. Bare your back freely to the scraping of its razor claws. What else is there for you but to grovel at the beast’s feet moments before it takes your head? Be done with it.,

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