Like little kids trying to explain the phenomenon of let's say, Propagation of Light or Monetary policy of a certain nation or let's say, the musical composition of Bach, they write news.
They whine about losing. They whine about evils of a corporation like there was no tomorrow.
A goal that was reached or not. A whistle that blew even before the goal was "reached".
That doesn't matter. It doesn't matter that you-don't-know-what-the-fuck-you-are-talking-about.
Half can't even answer a question about an unjustified entry into the battle arena; but all can relate to and condemn a neutral judge for lashing out apparently.
Because the world is against you, that's all it matters in your tiny prism. In your limbic-fucking brain. The limbic self lives on strong.
It's getting old.
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