Podience, as I know it has been a few ticks, I added some extra love sauce to this Chemohawk Sessions confection. We have been living in a world of silence...where nobody says anything to anyone for fear of social justice reprisal or some digital penalty. I propose we revert back to the day of speaking politically direct to both foe and friend alike. I challenge people to properly define all variables they employ use of, take great pains and exercise extreme caution in the metaphorical pound of flesh they seek to cut from one they have labeled an ist, ism or phobe. Never before have words been both so important to get correctly, but also so weak in their usage as the tried-and-true expression still carries weight: actions scream louder to the crowd than any constructed phrase. Relax, smile and dole out mercy as we unwind this social justice warfare grind. I am your voice for sore ears, Falsetto Prophet. -Falsetto

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Island Dream, courtesy of the artist, Chris Haugen.

F.C.F.U. (Fact-Check Follow Up) Genesis 18:26--"And the Lord said, If I find in Sodom fifty righteous within the city, then I will spare all the place for their sakes" supports with biblical passage my point on the value of the numeric: 50.