“Many devotedly adore insipid quotations, and love nothing more than trading fatuous memes that attack the few remaining shreds insight and original thought that might otherwise find fertile ground in their own minds, lives, and cultures.

Such as these will, generally, find my unfailing assault on these slave collars that masquerade as wings as ample and righteous cause for dismissal from their flocks.

I count this common kindness, for truly, of what possible use might I be amongst paralyzed birds gazing hypnotically at the frozen catalogs of their own favored flavors of stupid as these expand in the nutritive field of their attentive servitude?”

— overheard nearby