Some poor fellow on the street in a boring, backwoods, beat-up, redneck town dislocates his shoulder falling off his bike, right before your eyes, and the shrieks of pain crack the asphalt beneath his feet, and more cracks radiate as it approaches your ears and cracks your cochlear implant that you just moved out of your house and sold your kids so you could pay for. Left shoulder: help him. Right shoulder: eat him and take his bike, because you may need it when you sell your car next month to pay for your high blood pressure medicine that your, well, ex-wife now, has been been badgering you about picking up, but she would not pay for or even entertain the thought of prostituting herself to increase your QOL, appalling!
Here is captured the health crisis in the United States.
So, what would you do? If you're on this blog, you have a minimum qualification of "reasonably intelligent" but not necessarily in the "able to think" category of the human race. Therefore, I challenge you to explore your motivation to navigate through this life and what you love and what you hate and what drives the motor in that quite possibly BankofAmericavault-thick skull you quite possibly have and make a decision. But, keep it in your pocket; a powerful secret trick in your pocket, that can seed and grow if you've got the damn dangles (men and women, please) to perhaps press the creepy members of our full-of-potential race to put things back where they belong - the hammer in the hand of the carpenter, the scalpel in the hand of the surgeon, and the beautiful and limitless and lovingness back into the hub of this whole dilemma: the human mind.
