We are forced to inhabit a planet with this sort of thing.How apropos, how fitting, how necessary that the wienermobile crashed into this house in Wisconsin. It has been subdued, nay, struck down to rise no more. It shall crawl upon its belly, it shall eat dust all the days of its life. How the angels in heaven must rejoice. How the mighty have fallen. The wrath of God expressed in a flash, his righteous anger, his long patience could endure the ignominy no longer as this massive frankfurter, this beast that roams the earth to and fro, seeking whom it may devour, is cast from its lofty perch into the lake reserved for the devil and his angels.
Until now, it has driven at large, crying out as it goes, the song of the fallen:
"Look upon me, O man, and despair! Tear your robes, and claw your faces! Beat your breasts in anguish for I am your undoing. Outwardly I advertise a puree'd paste of pork refuse, but in essence I exist to mock humanity, to parade your foolishness, to condemn you in the midst of your vaunted selves, your technology, your advancements, your medicine, law, philosophy, science...I also am among your achievements, ye infamous, ye paltry, ye who have rejoiced in my pallid light. You will never emerge from the swamp while I wander the hiways and byways of this land, your neighborhoods, beach fronts, your sports events and company parties! You will
never evolve, never achieve enlightenment, never find harmony, love, redemption or peace while I live! The albatross to humanity am I, your shame. Look upon me!"
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