The masses in discourse appear to me as an absurd hilarity. Quips and one liners asserting a defiance to the status quo. Marxist tee-shirts obtained from Capitalist, set off and worn as if the act itself was akin to guerrilla warfare.
Polyester/cotton carbines.
You've simply dressed yourself, you fool!!
I feel I've visited a firing range and all these miscreants are showing me their sharp shooting skills. Prone with the butt of their rifles snug in shoulder, staring down sight and down range. With a keen smugness they gleam, but the barrels have all been reversed on the stocks. They show off with pride their tee-shirt witisims and take aim down range only to blow out their own brains. Quickly replaced by another as proud and keen.
Perhaps there is liberty in the lemmings. Or rather that free fall is simply the perception of freedom when it's own death is imminent.
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