Okay, you’ve been assigning blame loudly and scornfully for the past ten minutes—That part we’re absolutely clear on now!—but next let’s move on to the more difficult aspect informing this problem we’re jointly facing: Finding a workable solution for the damned thing! And all of your cursing, name-calling, and demonstrative finger-pointing isn’t moving us one scintilla closer to this desired end. Can’t you see that?! Is that point too difficult for you to fathom?! Are you some sort of illiterate dumbkupf?! Ranting may feel good inside your viscera for all of thirty minutes, but when you’re done throwing your childish tantrum we still have a gargantuan problem sitting before us and all the bitching and blaming in the world ain’t gonna alter that reality or move the needle in a rightward direction one iota. So let’s roll up our sleeves, call a temporary truce, and get to work this second rather than hollering back and forth at one another not unlike two cartoonishly-muscled, steroid-enraged contestants immediately prior to a fake professional wrestling match. Nothing has changed, let alone improved, as a result of this non-stop bickering, but the problem that precipitated our brouhaha is a sneaky cocksucker at heart and just grew a trifle larger and more intractable while we’ve been sitting here arguing back and forth like mortal enemies instead of mutually respectful siblings! Peace already—Okay?!?!—so we can join forces to defeat this common foe!!
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