Dude, so many people hate other people. First, there was Adam and Eve, and more recently, Bert and Ernie. In the case of the latter, I understand there would be friction because of the sexual fireworks caused by their living arrangement. But really, it’s not that big of a deal. Just build a pillow barrier like me and Jeffy did and you’re all good.

All these ‘community’ folk are out to build some kind of new sense of self. They need to take a chill pill (which isn’t an amphetamine, it’s a metaphor for chilling the fuck out) and realize the new self is found under their clothes.

When these community folk are bouncing around their shit, all trying to find themselves in some ego on the threads, it’s like red team and blue team in paintball. The red teams all like, this is how I’m going to do things from now on. Because they’re all pissed, they’re wearing red, get aggressive and can’t accept that another reality of wearing blue can co-exist as being a cool way to chill out in the world. So what do they do?! Shoot red fucking paintballs at them, and try to shove their shit down their throats and make them red too so they have a reality that makes sense? Scum. But, they don’t know any better.



Meanwhile! The Blue team is cracking the shits because they didn’t start with red. At first they were chill in blue, just kicking back and playing poker, then they realized that red team was wearing red, which they wanted to be. This made them angry. So, because they can’t be red like red team, which red team wants to turn them into anyway, they get pissed and try and sabotage red team by turning them blue. They both want the same thing, but they just don’t like their realities being questioned. So what does blue team do to fuck with red team? That’s right. They throw fucking paint bombs everywhere and shout Geronimo all over the place. They are embarrassed at what they’re doing, not even sure why they are doing it. By they keep going because they are confused.

Statistical analysis reveals that both teams wanted the same thing, to be the red team. Red team didn’t realize they were cool just being red. No worries; have a fucking cookie. But then they see the blue-crew and get all pissed because they aren’t sure if they are correct anymore. Blue crew thinks they are missing out on something because of the common misconception that red cars go faster. So, they just destroy the brake cables of their red cars so they will fall into a lake, which is blue. Effectively sabotaging something they though they wanted and didn’t have.



Stupefied by external sources, I see this sort of shit all the time with different schools of thought all over the place. Only in the case of the Westin Hotel can action be taken. Otherwise in less dire circumstances, red team and blue team need to realize how to settle their differences instead of attacking with high velocity red paintballs and Geronimo Blue Paint bombs.

Red team and blue team need to chill the fuck out, listen to some reggae and get naked.

Shit happens when you party naked. All the players from both red team and blue team get their gear off, and will have the startling realization that all players from both teams have dicks!

Then both teams will realize they are wasting their time, because they find that there is no point fucking each other.

Shit happens when you party naked.

So, they chase girls.

Peacefully yours,
Alexander~