Wednesday, March 21, 2018
I just don't think answers can be found in the city. I think the human animal was not designed to be placed in such close proximity with so many other human animals. Because soon one of those animals comes out with a different color stripe going down his back. He is marked and categorized immediately... first as different and therefore not to be trusted. Some human animal looking to make a name for himself says out loud that he will not be serving that human animal in his stable because he has that stripe and is confirmed as different. His business at the stable would suffer by throwing food in his troph(?) and will claim out-loud his right not to throw food in that troph. And boom, we have a national controversy where people in Oregon and California start to protest over that human animals right to eat at that stable. Enter media and just sit back and watch the carnage. Talk shows, news channels (wait.... oh ah hahahahahahahahaha) all throwing their 2 cents in the big slot machine. And all along the way until the controversy burns itself out to make room for yet another one, no good fuckers will profit and use what they see to promote their own agenda for their own benefit. Mankind, we're just funny like that.
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