0180b: Who even are we, without whatever's pissin' us off? (Patreon)

If doggerel is hacky verse, is hacky philosophy "phloggerel"? If existence is shaped by a daisy-chain of recursive epigenetic trauma, is blame still a relevant behavior? If James Bond didn't have a passport, would there just be a cold Smirnoff martini on the nightstand in the Extended Stay America Dubuque, while he Tindered the night away? Are we just emotional Rube Goldberg machines whose components are car honks, bad elementary school test scores, surprise tax bills, and the glare of a stranger? At the far end of the machine, does a cartoonish boot with a bulbous toe roll us off a bed and into a coffin? Have a lovely weekend, and stay hydrated.