The Wee Powermad

   Just came back from massively annoying trip to the Rental Board to try and axe an 'Order of Possession' filed on us by the stupid little bureaucratic building manager and his new mouth-breather, low brow hillbilly assistant (sorry, not meaning to trash on the REAL hillbillies, they'll understand).  On my exciting SkyTrain trip home, I started to wonder (again), what type of ineffectual, powerless, below average brain-dead plug of distended rectum filth would willingly want to put themselves in a position where regular folk will hate them even more than they already do?  They answer, for the moment, escapes me, as I am currently astride a mile high tower composed of an odd mixture of rage, euphoria, gleeful childlike bliss, and a thirst for vengeance the likes of which has not been witnessed outside the Deepest Pits of Hell. Oh, there's a candy bar in there too, but I think I'll save it for later.  So, what I need from ANYONE reading this (you know who you are) are theories, ideas, creation myths etc, regarding the origins and motivations of all those tiny, powerless cretins who take secondary and even tertiary positions that allow them to feel bigger, better and somehow more important than the rest of us.  Tough assignment - you CAN DO IT!!!!

Adios for now,
Be Safe.