Isn’t reverse discrimination complimenting people on their race?

I went to the zoo for picnic last night.  The first thing I saw was the business end of a giraffe, I thought myself what is it all for?  Life or a giant giraffe butt? You do the math. Sure it’s qualitative math, it’s about Identity and happiness in slavery. I do understand the zoo, but it is a prison.  It’s tangent Friday, so if you get lost in this mental maze stay away from the hedges because their bite is worse than their bark.

Identity, sense of self and walls, there is control all around you. Just because you can’t see them, doesn’t mean they don’t have power over you. The giraffe knows he’s in a confined area, but why doesn’t he just trot over the railings?  Because he’s more than happy showing his ass to thousands of people during the year, it’s like the fat happy drunk guy at the park bending over to grab another beer.  We know what’s going to happen, it’s no secret.  He gets up from his port-a-chair, he saunters over to the cooler and makes some crude joke to his buddy, and then he leans pivoting from the waist with knees locked.  I’ll interject for a moment; you women bend at the knee to get something low from the ground, the principal is the same here.  It’s just a matter of surface area; his too short t-shirt wrapped around his bulbous frame just won’t cover it.  Does he care? No, he doesn’t as he welcomes the park to the hairy butt crack show.  He is the giraffe.  He has little control over his eating habits as he is addicted to food and drink in an environment that is more than overjoyed to watch him indulged beyond reason.  His friends elate in watching him eat four hamburgers and pour down a case of beer into his belly; once he passes out they rub Crisco over his entire body and sell him into male prostitution for their amusement.

Who doesn’t like a drunken fat guy who likes to party? Same thing with the giraffe, who doesn’t like to go to the zoo and make fun of the animals? So you see a giraffe’s butt or a bear taking a dump or the lions making love, they don’t care? The fat guy doesn’t care, should you? Self-dignity is a sham for those who think that standards mean something, we live in chaos.  The chaos of chocolate syrup and whip cream on an all-beef kosher frank wrapped in a candy shell.  There are no rules, no walls, no nothing, so get up and stand up.  Jump up and dye your hair pink, get that tattoo of a hippy hippo smoking weed on your 420, lick a trip hop stamp and rub your ass on some glass at Denny’s during Sunday brunch. The more you challenge the system the more you realize it’s just another game of Gnomic. Why system? Why care?

Just lie down, open the suit case, press the launch button, eat some meat loaf and watch some drunken people dance.  In the end, either be happy it’s Friday or shut up!