There is this story, I heard it Once when I was a kid. There was a girl. Now I don’t remember the particulars not clearly at least but I remember the feeling of the story. Another bullshit parable teaching another bullshit rule with the underlying message of try and not be an asshole. Something something […]

they sit in the sunlight listening to the birds making a close approximation of work when ever the boss comes rolling in on his golf cart like a fat napoleon checking the battle lines before going back to drink wine and dine with prostitutes in his gaudy tent or palace or whatever it is bedazzled […]