An incompetent, fat, stupid herd of human swine will inevitably lead you to your fate.  The components of this herd can read but they don't read.  They can comprehend but they've allowed their minds to be befogged.  They've surrended in exchange for a hut in the suburbs, a color teevee, beer for their bellies and religion du jour to justify whatever they want to justify for the moment.

You cannot excape the sucking vortex that they create.  They will pull you with them, you will go in the same direction as they, whether you like it or not.  They comprise almost everything.  They are creating a giant, cosmic whirlpool whose force is irresistable, overwhelming.  You and yours will go down the tubes with them.

Do you have a single asset, physical or spiritual, that can render you independent of them?  Do you really?  Do you even know what that means?  The worm has crawled high in the wood, now it's rotten and unstable.

Where do you vacation?  Disneyland is a trough kept full for swine, they like to feast on the way to slaughter.  What sensuous amusement distracts you from your freefall?  Do you watch pigs misbehave on teevee?  A pack of "friends" squander their lives on trivial trash?  Do you spend hours watching four New York scumpigs wave their asses at the world while following every itching impulse of their puckered anuses?  The world is so backwards that our heroes follow their assholes instead of their heads.  Perfectly upside down.

In the Old Days, a headsman would distract his victim a moment before swinging his sword.  He would snap his fingers off to one side or another, to get the condemned to turn his or her head and look just for a moment, just long enough for the headsman to swing the sword with his other hand at the now outstretched neck.   The head would be rolling before the brain knew what had happened.

What's distracting you these days?