Ah, but, if you were to grasp the very banjo of destiny firmly around the neck and fully intend to inflict your musical ‘ability’ on all and sundry then – surely – it is not asking too much for you to be quickly and – hopefully – quite painfully out of our misery, is it not? After all, it is common for such attention-seekers without any discernable talent or natural ability as you, sir and/or madam, to end up infected with the dreary dread politics and therefore it would be an act of supreme kindness to the rest of humanity to remove you from the gene pool.
After all, it is just another pointless waste of a life and there are many goats out there that easily surpass both your academic ability and your sexual technique when confronted with a partially-disrobed supply geography teacher lying on a bed of Cornish pasties.
However, there are some – perhaps quite rightly, who feel that such casual disregard for the sacredness of life is rather pushing it a bit and even if – at this point in human history – a cull of those infected with politics would seem like a sensible precautionary measure, who knows where it will end? After all, there are many more out there with poor driving skills, questionable tastes in clothing, pop music and TV programmes who do - we all feel - nothing more than blot the landscape of what would otherwise be an almost perfect world.
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