It is with a sad woolly bully that I remorse stupidity past.   The words 'woolly bully' are an affirmation.  It's is borrowed from one of my favorite novelty songs by a favorite novelty act, Sam the Sham and the Pharoahs.   Who is anyone to put a price tag on people?  Or to place anyone in greater esteem than others, for jeez why ever.  And one may be ambivalent about equality.  Who wants to be no better than a total useless, lying sack of shit?

The fine arts are elitist by nature, from the origin.   As soon as people had reason and technology to differentiate shit from begonias, they undertook eugenics in their own free and easy way.  Killing defective infants was no problemo in ancient Greece, where virile gladiators were slow to accept modern social services.    Only aristocrats served as senators.  Or as much of anything better than slave or grunt laborer.   Not that there weren't soft, fairly secure bureaucrats back then, back there, when toga's, both gender, were lewd.  People are still hating one another, these days over differing opinions on things they have no power over.  Opinions are provided for all sides of hostilities, by mainstream media, like a kindergarten teacher suggesting things bored, dim witted children can do so not to make their time on Earth a total waste.

Kindness is self-mitigating.  More so than jack shit else.  Thanks for reading.