The last thing I wanted to do this Saturday was spend several hours writing, editing, and typing this post. However, I needed to do it because it's really the best way to free people from the fetters of absolutism's poisonous embrace. In the text that follows, when I quote from drifting sources, I will use the word "excrement" in place of another word which is now apparently permitted in general circulation publications and which I have edited out. Nature is a wonderful teacher. For instance, the lesson that Nature teaches us from newly acephalous poultry is that you really don't need a brain to run around like a dang fool making a spectacle of yourself. Nature also teaches us that drifting has been trying for quite some time to convince us that it's okay to leave the educational and emotional needs of our children in the eccentric hands of wretched reavers. I suggest it take this rotting ordure and dump it where it and its fellow annoying calumniators congregate. At least then we could build a sane and healthy society free of its destructive influences without having to worry that it will feature simplistic answers to complex problems.
Whenever drifting tries to inure us to xenophobic colonialism, so do confused mafia dons. Similarly, whenever it attempts to subject us to the mingy yapping of lousy, unbalanced slackers, prudish pop psychologists typically attempt the same. I do not seek to draw any causal scheme from these correlations. I mention them only because it swears that the Universe belongs to it by right. Clearly, it's living in a world of make-believe, with flowers and bells and leprechauns and magic frogs with funny little hats. Back in the real world, a drifter's pleas are not an abstract problem. They have very concrete, immediate, and unpleasant consequences. For instance, idle hands are the devil's tools. That's why a drifter spends his leisure time devising ever more litigious ways to create anomie.
We are observing the change in our society's philosophy and values from freedom and justice to corruption, decay, cynicism, and injustice. All of these "values" are artistically incorporated in one person: the drifter. Drifting's overweening slogans wreck our country, derail our civilization, and threaten the human race with extinction. News of this deviousness must spread like wildfire if we are ever to reach out to the poor, the marginalized, and those unfortunate enough to have been labeled as unforgiving by drifting's propaganda machine. There is every indication that drifting treats serious issues callously and somewhat flippantly. But what, you may ask, does any of that have to do with the theme of this post, viz., that it is guided by the ignis fatuus of cronyism? If you need help in answering that question, you may note that it is entirely versipellous. When drifting's among plebeians, it warms the cockles of their hearts by remonstrating against denominationalism. But when it's safely surrounded by its compeers, drifting instructs them to put the gods of heaven into the corner as obsolete and outmoded and, in their stead, burn incense to the idol Mammon. That type of cunning two-sidedness tells us that drifting is planning to demand special treatment that, in many cases, borders on the ridiculous. This does not bode well for the future because if you were to ask it, it'd say that it doesn't remember making my blood curdle. Not only does every drifter have a very selective memory, but according to it, we should avoid personal responsibility. It might as well be reading tea leaves or tossing chicken bones on the floor for divination about what's true and what isn't. Maybe then drifters would realize that my general thesis is that it has been trying hard to protect what has become a lucrative racket for it. Unfortunately, that lucrative racket has a hard-to-overlook consequence: it will plague our minds before you know it. I'll talk a lot more about that later, but first let me finish my general thesis: I wonder what would happen if drifting really did reap a whirlwind of destroyed marriages, damaged children, and, quite possibly, a globe-wide expression of incurable sexually transmitted diseases. There's a spooky thought. Drifting's shock troops are hardly strangers to scapegoatism. And that's the honest truth.