I usually count heads, and multiply by the cost of admission, to calculate just how much of a killing this numbnutz is gonna make, and try to figure how I can get a piece of the action, which usually only takes up about 90 seconds, leaving the rest of the day free for your rage to set in about how you're forced to sit there and take it, while the douche in front rakes it in, even though it's 98.2% certain that his content is all smoke and mirrors, cashing in on America's obsession with alleged experts, largely because people don't like to think for themselves, as it would necessitate personal responsibility in owning one's words and actions, and we can't really have that, can we?
