NYGA\B on the Issues: Brotherly Love

What a crock of hot wet! Take it from the belly of the beast and hold it up to circumspection – that shit is made up.

Really now. This is our mission. Comparing and sharing without complaints, but there are lonelyhearts out there gnoshing on baked snacks, imagining a scene from My Little Pony but with people.

“Here, have some of what I’ve got....”

“Of course you may cut me in line...”

“Uh huh, I’d be more than happy to try to meet my goals by using your new automated answering system instead of talking to a living breathing human being that was grown in a family way.”

Take it from the experts. The world turns because of fateful agreement and compromise, not goodwill grapesharing. Humans are infected with the desire to see tender cords limning between themselves and others whose deficiencies they can easily identify. Weak people invent ideas like “magical spells” and “kindness for kindness’ sake.”

This men’s club is an alliance caulked by a pecking order. Service is necessarily the turgid boundary of these boys’ natural reckless terms. We do not serve a function. We are the function.

Love one another? A destiny of love? Park the cruise ship at Pier 61 please. The North American blood bank is having a donor’s event, and the NYGA\B will assist with parking. Drain them dry and ask them if they feel the love as the light goes out in their eyes.

Your Friend,
Doctor Eight

(Typed and Proofed: Ogden)