Tired of guidance, sick of recommendations, worn out on declarations, and apathetic to proclamations. Bluster and his cousin Squeal. Words of blah. No form, no thought. Blurts.
Rationality and the check out, gone to the islands for awhile, gone exploring, gone America. When the whiners kept whining. The worst of all traits, even the whiners agree. Annoyers are different, the come from the agitator tribe. They have a sense of humor.
Whiners are no fun, everything must suck, and all must be told of the suck. Convinced, eventually, but either way, all does suck and will suck. In that whine voice, from the back of the throat. The squinted eyes, the raised upper lip, the eww face. Ugly.
