Nature. Sigh. Why so difficult? Why so base, so by the numbers? Stretch your legs a little, walk on the mild side. Smile. Give a back rub. Offer hugs to the not fit enough. Who’s it hurting, or rather, who’s it helping? They’re not going to survive anyway, right?
"Stop bullying us. Stop. Now."
A testy word from nature in response to nurture—
Nurture. Damn it. We know what you’re trying to pull. We know that you’re trying to fool us into nurturing the weak so as to encourage their dull, shuffling, if not limping brains into or past puberty when some real damage can get done. Stop trying to use that transactional analysis bull on us. Bull, that’s right. Stop bullying us. Stop. Now.
Furthermore—
Long live the agile! Long live the well-toned, the emotionally sturdy, those who can take a slap to the ego and, what? Slap back, or more accurately, punch and pummel back, damn it. Down with the belly-achers in their comfortable and affordable shoes. Sneakers, they call them. Sneakers? What do you need to sneak for? Who are you hiding from? The fit don’t need to sneak. The fit stomp. The fit trample, damn it. The fit stampede and demolish in 4-inch platform spiked-tipped 100% cast-iron clogs. Damn it!
