Just shut up.

I'm so bloody tired of all of this nonsense. Every bloody time something happens, someone pipes up with the same tired pickle mix of semi-intellectual, me-oh-my I'm so offended, pearl-clutching bluster and passive-aggressive, holier-than-thou reproach.

It's weak, it's easy, and it doesn't fool anyone.

Yes yes, were all so righteously offended and everyone's so bloody afraid of embracing the change that just happens to be whatever this week's projected egos REALLY wish would happen in their never-ending search for self-inflation.

Find a hobby. And fix up your own backyard before you wag sanctimonious fingers.

Rabble! Rabble! Rabble!

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Scarlatan, in the year 994 AF.