He listened, grudgingly, as the fat man droned on and on, like a ballon filled with rotten gas that was slowly deflating. Who could listen to this shit and not want to murder him?
As the cartoonishly grotesque dimwit continued to bloviate, he began to work out elaborately violent scenarios that all ended with the death of this human turd. The problem was, they all seemed too good for him.
How can people actually listen to this shit? he thought. The distressing answer is this: if something is repeated enough times, and delivered with a straight face as the truth, there apparently is no limit to the number of suckers willing to buy it. Particularly if it has to do with scapegoating someone else.
And every time I try to tell myself that this is wrong, the hateful clown opens his mouth again and the sewage spills forth as the crowds cheer him on.
It’s enough to make you lose faith in humanity.