It's
fabricated "Pier Pressure", like when the talking box tells you, as you sit alone in a room, that everybody thinks like the box does. It's laced with just enough guilt to leave an aftertaste..
Quite a recipe for those who don't know they're being fed a line of shit..
Sadly, folks tend to line up around the block to get fed a line of shit.. When folks aren't taught the ingredients, they don't know the difference between what was meant for food and what was meant for refuse..
What goes in is what comes out.. Voila!! A whole sewer full of people spouting shit and talking out their ass..
Separately, but along the same lines, I think we should see about introducing "Parrot Season" to the hunting schedule..
We could hunt the fields of the local School of Journalism, and School of Law.. If you sell it as filling tags, I'm sure some bureaucrat could package it so that the Legislatures would fit it in somewhere.. Ramble, ramble, ramble...
