Marching the Hate Machines into the Sub

Jesus. I mean really. Did you think I would just sit around and wait forever for me to post again? Hoping. Wondering. I'm not just going to pine away longing to hear my words. If you don't think that I have anything better to do with my time than wish I would post something brilliant, you have another thing coming.

So. Ever thought about the way things come about? What I mean is this. Long ago, in a galaxy far far away, or roughly 20 years ago, when we opened cans of soda in this nation, we lifted the tab, heard the familiar release of nitrogen inspiring pavlovian salivation in anticipation of the first sip. And after the can was fully opened, we were left with a small, incredibly sharp piece of aluminum on the end of an eyelet. Okay, stay with me. And one day someone, some dumb-ass just like you and me said, "hey now, I realize I'm a dumb-ass n' all, but can't someone make an apparatus that opens this here sodi-pop without creating a small weapon that, when left behind, slices the bare feet of children?" Then that very dumb-ass came up with some half-cocked idea to open the same can without leaving an extra piece. People laughed. Some of his friends said it was stupid and he should just leave his idea alone because, after all, he was a dumb-ass. And that dumb-ass found a way to patent his idea and sell it to gigantic corporations that have the ability to have a human being killed, and is now, if he's still alive after doing pounds of cocaine off the ass of some hooker, a very wealthy dumb-ass.

Honestly, I have no idea weather it was a dumb-ass or not, but ideas like that are thought up every day. I wonder how many are followed through, step by step, until the end. Which one of the best ideas ever thought of never made it past the laughing friends.

Yeah. I don't know either.