When you meet a guy who doesn’t have any social media, doesn’t have many friends, doesn’t have any interesting hobbies, doesn’t have any excitement in his life – a loner, largely withdrawn from society – and you put this guy amongst the wolves and hyenas and lions and lionesses…and you think you’ve got another donkey on hand, ready to pick up the burden of your sins…
This savanna wasteland that you call a jungle is anything but…
This is a fucking walk in the park.
And you brought in the most dangerous predator from the wilderness into your backyard…
This isn’t a zoo, is it?
The zookeepers would know not to fuck around with a tiger.
They definitely wouldn’t poke and prod the tiger with a pair of red hot tongs right on the nutsack.
So the tiger walks into this grassland covered in thick mud.
And for some strange reason, all other animals are high. Their egos have clouded their vision and made it blurry. Perhaps they all smoked too much weed! (success) Perhaps they snorted too much chalk (superiority).
Whatever the case is, these crackheads mistook the tiger to be a donkey!
And it takes 2 years for all the mud to wash away.
The tiger is in no hurry to reveal his stripes. When it rains, the tiger takes shelter under the tree, together with the monkeys.
So the other animals think, this tiger must be a direct descendant of the monkeys!
There could be only one explanation! And it’s what their meth-addicted brains imagined (incredibly low IQ).
At the end of two years, the tiger stands in the rain, and all the wolves and hyenas and lions come off their high.
Lo, and behold! There’s a tiger!
A motherfucking tiger!
And what do the lions do? Gather around and decide to team up to drive the tiger away.
The hyenas limp around, the wolves stand at a safe distance and bark.
What does the tiger do?
Pick ’em off one by one.
That, ladies and gentlemen, is an anecdote of the world’s biggest mistake, in a nutshell.
Which brings us to the present.
The writing was on the wall from day one.
They just didn’t pay attention to it.
Because they didn’t want to. Their egos had blinded their vision of the impending danger.
The birds had flown away and circled the area.
The monkeys became wary.
The signs were there.
But ignorance and arrogance prevailed.
What’s the lesson for us here, boys and girls?
YOU DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE A SILENT MAN.
Once a tiger goes hunting, he never stops.
This fucking savanna grassland will become barren.
The king of kings – there can only be one.
And it just happens to be your luck – to witness it firsthand.