An ode to your mother

He rubs his third chin while thinking about how he is gonna throw his weight around. His fat face still greasy from the fried chicken he ate less than an hour ago. He's had a good day. His ignorant lackies gave him loads of compliments and now he feels confident in his ability to act superior. He clicks around and finds a target. Well he doesnt really find it. He never finds anything. One of his others found it for him. Set him off on a mission. Not his own mission. He doesn't have those. He relies on the ideas of others. He's never had an original thought in his life. In fact, the mere thought of being challenged intellectually gives him shivers. He shuns debate. He shuns anything different. This puts him in a unique position, where he can justify all his actions as morally acceptable. But he is worthless. Truly a waste of space. An abuser of the natural resources that the rest of us can use to encourage diversity. He doesn't want diversity. He wants the uniform. He enjoys the monotony. I hope he has a heart attack.