# people who pretend that they've got anything to say about the subject in hand when they should often simply keep ir big dim mouths shut who when asked what specific problem they're trying to expound upon suddenly realise both of you understand they're clearly talking directly out of ir arts that they've clearly no argument and that non need be made they just love the sound of ir voice box ratting abound in an otherwise empty space-ape skull just for the fleeting sense than something / anything is happening in otherwise hopelessly nondescript and listless greige lives but then there's you standing there a thumb up your back side another unfortunate witness to such bold fresh and timely galvanic internets ideations hoo boy the stench of smouldering cross-bearers of infinite universal knowledge sure is heavy and overpowering tiresome ultracrepidarian picnic wasps which refuse to leave and insist upon colonising shared public discourse space as ir own // republic of bob