Oh, to the disgruntled. Thou blood boils at such a beautiful temperature. Clearly there is reason in your befuddled mental state and capacity. Grovel, oh you disgruntled ones. Grovel before those you dare not offend. For what is worse than coming down on the disgruntled? Care not for your past, present, or future. Do not justify your actions. For thou art holy now. That is all that matters. Let thine swine anger trickle down to your inferiors, for they deserve all they can get. They, after all, have the pleasure of your existence, and love the very soil you tread on. For what could they feel more akin to than the dirt you step on every day?