"Sometimes the law can't be foller'd no way," said Pa. "Not in decency, anyways. When [Pretty Boy] Floyd was loose an' goin' wild, law say we got to give him up--an' nobody give him up. Sometimes a fella got to sift the law. I'm sayin' now I got the right to bury my own Pa. Anybody got sompin' to say?"
--John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
So what are the grapes of wrath, anyway? We have wrath, which is a cardinal sin--something the Catholic church would kill a man over, not God, per se, but the Catholic church--and grapes, as we know, are tasty fruits that can be fermented to make a completely okay thing, even according to the Bible, an okay thing fine to drink and allow a man to forget himself. Laws beget wrath, because they demand a being live in a way that someone ELSE DEMANDS--a sickening thing. As William Powell said, as I was taken from my home for defending--"This country is ruined by stupid old men making laws they don't understand."
Now we have television shows like Jersey Shore or even Ancient Aliens (sorry Harrison, I love Tsoulaklos too, but goddamn, COME ON) distracting us from the truth. We have a real enemy in North Korea and another real enemy in Iran, and assholes want to bitch about the folks on Welfare? You short-sighted stupid fuckpigs! Those assholes on Welfare, as you call them, have had to fight their entire lives while you sit back on your dumb asses and watch Family Guy. Who do you think is going to save your soft-handed privliged ass when the shit hits the fan?
It's not going to be the coward who knows nothing about hand-to-hand combat or weapons usage.
Think about that the next time you talk shit.
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