Post by =Q= on Mar 28, 2016 21:52:30 GMT -5
SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH.
... siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh ...
The camera zooms in, the point of view being from a higher-than-ground level ... across a field to a familiar tow-headed figure, hunched over on a park bench. His elbows on his knees, face propped up ... he looks pretty upset, to be sure. Lips scrunched to one side a la Makayla Maroney (Google the picture if you’ve never seen it. We’ll wait; it adds to the imagery.), Q looks positively perturbed.
It’s been a similar situation the entire week. In the shower. Brushing his teeth. Eating cereal. He knows what’s coming. Heck, EVERYONE knows what’s coming. Trauma. Probably the most apt title for this coming week, especially considering the home-girl he got paired up to tango with. Baby Jenks. Oh. Goody. Baby Jenks? Not the problem. Part of the problem? Yes. But the sole issue? Not so much. Let’s be realistic here:
Q knows full well that Miss Jenks is fully aligned with one Alexa Black and the Shaw Brothers. Okay. Not so bad. Unfortunately, there’s this whole gang mentality thing that they have where as much carnage and destruction and pain and hitting and not-very-pleasant things ... well. That kind of thing tends to follow these folks like a really nasty storm cloud. The really real problem is that this group’s sole intention is to hurt people. Their main goal is to maim and batter every single person in front of them.
Nothing new, really.
One lonely Q stands between this supergroup of MEH I’M ANGRY and the kids at home WATCHING the show. It’s almost like placing a sheep in front of a wood chipper, innit? That’s gonna end up as a mess and a half if popular theory holds correct. Picture this: Q ... standing tall over Baby Jenks! A hard-fought victory! SCORE ONE FOR THE Q-MAN! Wait wait ... oh. There’s Alexa Black and the Shaw Brothers. Can’t have Q win the war, now can we? Not if we want to look as awesome and dangerous as we want everyone ELSE to see us. Let’s go beat him up. Problem solved. We still look mean and scary.
News flash: you’re already mean and scary. You’ve told people you’re mean and scary. You’ve done mean and scary things. Everybody gets it. Look out for these folks, they’re CRAAAAAAAAAAAAZY. They’re DANGEROUS. They’re one lawn chair short of a patio set. Don’t wanna cross them or hoo-boy. And you know, everyone’s gonna sit there and go ‘Oh. Poor Q. It wasn’t even a fair fight. But, that’s just how it goes. Oh well.’ That’s the most likely scenario.
And that SUCKS.
I’m not looking forward to that.
I can’t let that get to me. Am I going to get hurt? Likely. But maybe, just MAYBE ... one single guy standing up to these jerks. And they’re acting like jerks, they may not be jerks. Okay, so they’re PROBABLY not jerks but they ARE acting like it. Maybe that’s all it’s going to take. Yeah, it’s gonna make them mad. Oh boy, they’ll be mad. And they’ll probably want to snort and stomp and ... I dunno, gnaw on a femur or something. But they’ll realize that not EVERYONE subscribes to their theory. Not everyone wants to be on the wrong end of a barbed wire, flaming thumbtacked table on C4. Not everyone wants to see that.
In fact, I say the good majority wants a good old-fashioned but FAIR fight. Win some, lose some ... but at least you’ll be back next week. This isn’t the Coliseum. We’re not in some gladiator arena. Win if you can, lose if you must ... but at least have the flippin’ dignity to let the person come back to make a living. Feed the family. Get the message across.
Miss Jenks. Alexa. Shaw Brothers. I know you’re watching. I know you’ll BE there. But we’ll be there too. The fans. The people in the back that won’t put up with this gang warfare. People that WON’T put up with you trying to ruin lives. I can’t be the only one. I can’t be.
And if I am?
So be it.
Hark! What have we here?
... siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh ...
YES. It surely IS! The lonely warble of the Single Letter Superstar. I wonder what’s caused the little fellow such a mournful vociferation. Let’s see if we can get a closer look ...
The camera zooms in, the point of view being from a higher-than-ground level ... across a field to a familiar tow-headed figure, hunched over on a park bench. His elbows on his knees, face propped up ... he looks pretty upset, to be sure. Lips scrunched to one side a la Makayla Maroney (Google the picture if you’ve never seen it. We’ll wait; it adds to the imagery.), Q looks positively perturbed.
A-ha! There he is. Looks like we caught him at a bad time, eh ladies and gentlemen?
It’s been a similar situation the entire week. In the shower. Brushing his teeth. Eating cereal. He knows what’s coming. Heck, EVERYONE knows what’s coming. Trauma. Probably the most apt title for this coming week, especially considering the home-girl he got paired up to tango with. Baby Jenks. Oh. Goody. Baby Jenks? Not the problem. Part of the problem? Yes. But the sole issue? Not so much. Let’s be realistic here:
Q knows full well that Miss Jenks is fully aligned with one Alexa Black and the Shaw Brothers. Okay. Not so bad. Unfortunately, there’s this whole gang mentality thing that they have where as much carnage and destruction and pain and hitting and not-very-pleasant things ... well. That kind of thing tends to follow these folks like a really nasty storm cloud. The really real problem is that this group’s sole intention is to hurt people. Their main goal is to maim and batter every single person in front of them.
Nothing new, really.
One lonely Q stands between this supergroup of MEH I’M ANGRY and the kids at home WATCHING the show. It’s almost like placing a sheep in front of a wood chipper, innit? That’s gonna end up as a mess and a half if popular theory holds correct. Picture this: Q ... standing tall over Baby Jenks! A hard-fought victory! SCORE ONE FOR THE Q-MAN! Wait wait ... oh. There’s Alexa Black and the Shaw Brothers. Can’t have Q win the war, now can we? Not if we want to look as awesome and dangerous as we want everyone ELSE to see us. Let’s go beat him up. Problem solved. We still look mean and scary.
News flash: you’re already mean and scary. You’ve told people you’re mean and scary. You’ve done mean and scary things. Everybody gets it. Look out for these folks, they’re CRAAAAAAAAAAAAZY. They’re DANGEROUS. They’re one lawn chair short of a patio set. Don’t wanna cross them or hoo-boy. And you know, everyone’s gonna sit there and go ‘Oh. Poor Q. It wasn’t even a fair fight. But, that’s just how it goes. Oh well.’ That’s the most likely scenario.
And that SUCKS.
I’m not looking forward to that.
... what have we here? Does he ... oh my GOODNESS, I think he sees us! He’s looking dead at us! Or ... maybe not AT us, but in our general direction. It looks as though ... yes. Gears seem to be turning in the little guy’s head. That’s the spirit, old chap! Show us who you really are!
I can’t let that get to me. Am I going to get hurt? Likely. But maybe, just MAYBE ... one single guy standing up to these jerks. And they’re acting like jerks, they may not be jerks. Okay, so they’re PROBABLY not jerks but they ARE acting like it. Maybe that’s all it’s going to take. Yeah, it’s gonna make them mad. Oh boy, they’ll be mad. And they’ll probably want to snort and stomp and ... I dunno, gnaw on a femur or something. But they’ll realize that not EVERYONE subscribes to their theory. Not everyone wants to be on the wrong end of a barbed wire, flaming thumbtacked table on C4. Not everyone wants to see that.
In fact, I say the good majority wants a good old-fashioned but FAIR fight. Win some, lose some ... but at least you’ll be back next week. This isn’t the Coliseum. We’re not in some gladiator arena. Win if you can, lose if you must ... but at least have the flippin’ dignity to let the person come back to make a living. Feed the family. Get the message across.
Miss Jenks. Alexa. Shaw Brothers. I know you’re watching. I know you’ll BE there. But we’ll be there too. The fans. The people in the back that won’t put up with this gang warfare. People that WON’T put up with you trying to ruin lives. I can’t be the only one. I can’t be.
And if I am?
So be it.
