Bow to the master
Six months or so ago when I was still unemployed, I spent, who knows, in the range of an entire slave-labor workweek on a post that went nowhere. I then tried to refine it and refine it and it still sucked like an Electrolux. It was about twelve hundred thousand words, completely unreadable, humorless, dull and I hadn't even touched on a third of the points I intended to make.
But what, to my wondering eyes, should appear today?
This. Concise, complete and so funny that my compressed bladder wants to squirt for joy with every line.
Akeeyu, if you're reading, please know that you're my very own personal atheist deity.