As so often evidenced by political pundits/retarded people, trying to express one's ideas clearly is often a difficult endeavour; a hassle coupled with a burden, wrapped in bacon, smothered in cheese and cooked slowly at 300 degrees Fahrenheit, turning once.
Regardless, while I sit here and think about what this post is truly about, I am reminded by the angry bureaucrat in my head that I don't really give a fuck. In fact, gentle reader, you will only be met only with bitter disappointment/regret in any attempts to derive some meaning from these texts.
The moral of this lesson is: there is no moral. Oh, such paradox. I can barely contain myself.
