Call me Mother and let me tell you my story. This is how I avoided being whacked by the mob.
I was young when it happened. Young, naive and overeager to make the world my perfect oyster. I went to protest rallies for feminism, racial equality, LGBT rights, the ones against incompetency, corruption, war! You name it, I was there.
One fine day, I realised, in the middle of a protest, that I need to be a leader to make the world perfect. So, I did what young and stupid people do. I stood taller and shouted even louder to make my voice heard.
Now, there is one thing you must know about a mob. There is no head, only a body. The head is useless in the famous moments of protesting. If anyone tries to be the head before the mob is ready for one, the mob will merely drag the head down and consume the head. And so, the fool that I was pushed myself along the path to getting whacked by the mob. I also pushed myself to trip over air and gained a concussion.
That is how I avoided being whacked by the mob.
I just love pulling your leg.
One fine day, I realised, in the middle of a protest, that I need to be a leader to make the world perfect. So, I did what young and stupid people do. I stood taller and shouted even louder to make my voice heard.
Now, there is one thing you must know about a mob. There is no head, only a body. The head is useless in the famous moments of protesting. If anyone tries to be the head before the mob is ready for one, the mob will merely drag the head down and consume the head. And so, the fool that I was pushed myself along the path to getting whacked by the mob. I also pushed myself to trip over air and gained a concussion.
That is how I avoided being whacked by the mob.
I just love pulling your leg.
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