The Slow Movers

It appears the slow movers will wait until their patsy, Utah, officially dismisses their case. This quality of people amaze me and that anyone would fear them seems absurd. They find their meandering way like cattle into the meat market of mediocrity. They leave no mark on the world and only exist as a label that retires to a bleached shadow from the radiance of accomplishment that glared at their resistance. Like placing one chicken in a fifty gallon pot there is no soup, only the faint evidence of a chicken in hot water. People with vision and a tenacity to build something, to leave a place better than how they found it have always to confront these self-haters, slackards, pricks like a splinter, who are noticed only for their short lived inconvenience to the flesh. If these were movers and shakers they would have noticed the nuance of liberty in our work and admired it. They are parrots who appear to have a human quality but only repeat the words of another without an original thought. A hundred of these fall to my left and a thousand to my right. Do you think it arrogant to state the truth that “average” in America is a moron and that achievers always must contend with the meek and minor of lethargia schools of bug-eyed humans who turn because the one in front of them did until the net of obscurity has captured the whole lot of them? No truth must declare that slow movers fear decisions which nail one foot to the floor while competence dances the jig of success all around them.