they always say life aint fair... and i mean who really gives a darn if its fair or not... the point is that there be ice in cubes or some other incarnation of shape... i mean who would believe in a thing such as solid water... but thats just it isn't it... that the unfairness is a condition of the subjective nature of the world or the inability of others to objectify it on the county fairgrounds...
as far as i can tell this insanity thing is a bluff... the sense that justice is impossible... from the start... whether you are the lesser beast who made it to a white house or a greater beast yet to be revealed... they would say its all a ploy to get those of us who are better than you to suffer on account of your short-comings and who needs you... i mean why not throw your chips in the air and let them land where they may... so the greeding frenzy can begin...
you can hide your face behind an apple or you can depict a pipe to be not a pipe and call it surrealist art or you can buy a copy of catcher in the rye and ask the captain of the gravy boat for less flour in your grease.... or heck you can use that same grease for your hairstyle and pompador away your life savings at a table you can't even count the cards at...

*et tu brute