O Brother, Wherefore Art Thou?

It’s easy to be ashamed of you.

God, I’ve never met anyone more stupid.

You weak, gullible, pathetic excuse for a man.

You wear manipulation like a badge of honor.

You walk boldly into traps.

You beat your chest and yodel a war cry,

Flying a banner you’re too blind to see.

One day you will be standing

In the wake of what you ruined

And when you blow the tinny bugle of retreat

The dust will roll back and you’ll finally see

What the carnage of foolishness wrought.

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