You ever look at the world and the people in it, especially the rulers and their entourage, and just wonder why? Are they all incredibly insecure? Like inside the average world leader’s hollowed out chest there’s a cockpit and sitting in that cockpit (because really what else would you call the seat of something that has the ability to fuck a massive amount of people simultaneously?) is just this shriveled hydrocephalic thing. Just a raisin the size of Gollum with genitals disproportionally shrunken compared to its already disproportionate figure. And it sees the people it usually fucks think—not even act, but think—about getting together and pointing out the fucked up reality most of them live in as a result of the group of little raisinoids’ leadership. Apparently accepting constructive criticism translates to “we’re here to point out your pathetic shriveled cocks while we steal and fuck your women, thus destroying your lineage,” to which they respond by taking some of us, roiding them up, giving them lots of shiny clubs, and a free pass to thoroughly fuck up anyone who might get within earshot of their fragile egos. Seriously, the whole thing reeks of small dick insecurity followed by showy and violent compensation. Perhaps I’m reading too much into it, but I doubt it.