If you can, this will make you think
I own a place where me and my close friends hang out. Someone burns down our hangout, with a few friends inside. I know who did it. We’ll say his name is Dubatta. So a little while after, I See Dubatta’s telling people he did it, and he plans on blowing up more of our things in the future. I know of places he hangs out at, so I send the crew there, they kick the shit out of a couple of his friends, but no Dubatta. This goes on for a little while. Then I remember Steve. He broke my dad's bike about 10 years before this. So I go tell my friends, “Hey guys, let’s forget about Dubatta for a minute. Steve is over here, and he has a shitload of gasoline, We know he does! We have to go down there right now before he burns down our stuff! Let’s get him!”
I tell my friends about Steve, and they proceed to tell me: “What the fuck does this have to do with what happened, How do you know Steve has weapons and even if he’s going to use them?” Most of them tell me there not gonna help, but I got a little sidekick, and a couple bookworms that gave up chess to help me get him and protect us from his Gas Stockpile.
They go get Steve, and No Gas. Not a drop. He has a car, and I try to tell everyone he’s hiding his supply in there, but it’s been on E for a little while now so that doesn’t fly. But then I remind them all of Steve’s dogs in his backyard. He rarely feeds or waters them, and occasionally beats the shit out of them. “We went here to liberate these dogs! We thought he might have some gas, but that’s not why we’re here! Look at what he does to the dogs!” So we let start letting them go. They don’t have homes, we don’t know what we’re going to do with them, so they just kinda run wild for awhile till we figure that part out. A few of them seem to like us ok. But there seems to be a group of these muts that keep biting us.
So we start taking the biters to the kennel. A couple months later, there’s an article in the newspaper about a few of my people are embarrassing and torturing the dogs. They let cats run wild just outside there cages, maybe throw a cat turd at them. There’s even some pictures too! They shaved a few of them and made them pile up. They even dressed a male dog in drag!
What’s the moral of this story?:
-We forgot about Dubatta, and while we we’re busy with this bullshit he came back and fucking killed us! Think on that for awhile.