Bobby Lightfoot's Socratic Method of Fuckin' Reasoning Week: Monday

Let's consider for a moment that you are a rich, wrinkled fuck. Let's consider that you have amassed a wealth beyond wealth, a wealth that could fund the building of a fucking planet. Let's consider for the briefest of instants that you totter hither and yon turning your sick fuckin' dollar fifty into a dollar fifty two at a rate of a million times a second.

Let's consider for a moment that you smoke pole. Nay, let us further conjecture that you are to smoking pole what Russell was to mathematics, what JSB was to music. And, if I might be allowed the development and conclusion of my conceit, let us further consider that you smoke pole by the fucking supertanker load. You are like a one man fuckin' pole export boom. Fortunes rise and fall based on the fecundity of your daily bouts of smoking pole; lands and cities flourish or are abandoned and levelled and left to th' sere 'n' churning desert windzzz.

Let us, in conclusion, consider that your polesmoking futures are bought and sold and reported on th' Pole Industrial fuckin' Average. The only thing you do more than smoke pole in biblical proportions is turn your sick dollar fifty into a dollar fifty two at a rate of a million times a second!

Would there not be an implicit assumption that it would be appropriate to refer to you as a sick, polesmoking billionaire? To perhaps utter the phrase "human liver stain polesmoking evil rich sick old bag of shit" if ever called upon to briefly encapsulate who you are?

Would it not be apt to briefly consider this?