Apt. Nicely said, Reginald. I mean, nail on the head. The thing that has me scratching my head (in the daffy sustained afterwash of Freud's wily constipation) is why peops are so consistently inclined to analyze the movements of asshats with really big goddamned fugly stirring sticks. Shit is shit. SHIT. No matter how much you stare into it and wonder. Rinse. Flush. Have another go. Rinse. Flush. Until all that shit is soil. Sprinkle abundantly with seeds of endue xylem and propagate a better shtick.. One perhaps worthy of being called worthwhile, anyway. Can you smell that..? It's either one o the little fat cowboy's multi-aliases ..Carcasses under the rubble of a strafed terrain ..Or it's SHIT.