NEW POST — LAST POST

The crudity and bad taste of the mixed metaphor joke in the last post is the liquor all the vitriol of the past five hundred some odd posts too often railing against western civilization and christian evangelism has boiled down to.

There's another great line from A Streetcar Named Desire that comes to mind more often than Blanche's "…it must be the vapors" and that's "I've always depended on the kindness of strangers," So I've decided to begin anew to find an outlet for these things I feel urges to express from a new point of view.

Serving people to people daily, one McNugget at a time

Instead of bitching about the macro malice of the shearers of the sheeple, I'm gonna get up inside the grinding machine and look at the grease of good graces that keep the sheeple people despite their demographic bar codes pitching the selling and buying of each other to each other — the kindness of strangers. Catch you on the flip side I hope.