Forget about the meek getting it in the will. The meek will be as fucked as they ever were when God's Executor sits down at the table. It's the guy who showed up at the cocktail party and said, "Hey God I really admire what you've done around here - wow, only seven days, eh? That's fantastic. I really think you've captured a nice balance of good and evil. And those antelope? Awesome idea dude. Just gorgeous creatures. Hey any time you want to get together and work on something give me a call. Here's my card." It's THAT guy who will inherit the earth. The capital "S" Schmoozer.
But let's give the devil his due. These double tongued snake charmers have a 7th sense that goes beyond ESP. It's like how snakes can smell everything they need to know about their environment with their tongue. These characters (men and women alike) can sum up instantly what their target needs to feel special. They feed you the right ego-junk - and before you know it, bitch, you're smacked up on your own inflated vanity - and you're HOOKED! And believe me, the easiest egos to pump up are the ones that are already completely deflated.
So get thee behind me Satan! Or maybe let me get behind thee and I'll squeeze in the door after you while the bouncer's distracted.
- Falcon
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