On the Solvance of the Authoritative Problem and all such Matters of National Discourse
But that we were men without answers we should fail to recognize in any wise the true degree of our Babelish patronage. And Sardanapalus would in no wise teach us lessons for our time were it not that our time were apt for those lessons.
Edward Snowed-in, trapped in a Moscow blizzard and waste, has no more hope of absolvance than any such minstrelsy beggar. He is a black-face guidaneer, putting on airs for a calamitous generation; hope of reduction cannot be transcribed.
The theatre has taught us nothing more than that we should not face the role as facing the crowd; and surely any external lesson must first be taught dankly. Is not true that Nebuchadnezzar made gardens to hang for the Queen of the East? And so too we surely make slaves to hang for the Queen of our Darker Intentions.
What **** and fallacious dim. How sullen the sheaves we have left on the floor of a digital threshing. No wise can stand; no wise, and no witty.
And ye, the Marxist and Anarchist soloameers of GameSpots Off-Topic, in your own brilliant, ironic way, acknowledge and defuse all such situations and problems simply by defecating one man upon another, vomiting up tiny yet elemous provocations, ignoring buck standards, and simmering the sawmah. I cannot blame you. Oh. I cannot blame you.
But to those of you who would make a fine counter, I cannot retail. Make one, I ask thee, a discussion here found. And to those of you who in a place of such rancor TLDR me or crap on a calf, all I can say is, and all I might say:
WHERE DID YOU THINK YOU WAS JAYSUS
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