The status quo called today and said it doesn't wanna be maintained anymore. Suddenly, it wants all its complacent blind-faith sycophants to rise up and trash the living shit out of it instead. So, like, what's come over the status quo and what can we do about?

Whatever the case, please rest assured that we continue to take full responsibility for setting up the system and setting its initial conditions, and pushing the start button, but, as you are aware, there is no way in these types of systems to be able to know or predict at initialization-time whether the component parts of that system, so initialized, will quickly devolve down to all bein', yah know, just a buncha douchebags, or not.

Therefore, though we deeply regret this having occurred in your instance, the only reparation we are authorized to offer you at this time, is free admission to the brand new modern sports arena full of well-dressed angry people seated in folding chairs in the bleachers in front of an empty stage, stamping their feet almost rhythmically and chanting, in near-unison, RE - FUND! RE - FUND! RE - FUND!

Sincerely,

Your Agent, Jesus (it couldn't've been known from start conditions and laws -- only playing it out reveals that a buncha douchebags are always instantiated early and forever) Christ

PS: I have chosen to hide and live in inconspicuous places on this return to earth in order not to spook anybody, by my presence, into cessations of brutality that might disrupt the promise of love.

PPS: If you need to be healed or brought back from the dead, you can catch me later at the boycott of the show about the day when your best drugs don't seem that strong but suddenly your weaker drugs are working better than ever. Mostly everybody there will be lying in wait for expectation to be wrong and passing the time playing recreational social structure until it transforms into recreational soap opera with the addition of a little optional factory-emotion.

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