Where is it guaranteed, in the constitution of whatever country you live, you’ll always be happy as a pig in shit? I’m guessing nowhere. Yet over the past few years seemingly every asshole with a keyboard carries on as if a writ from god came down with a predestined christening to supreme satisfaction if they wish and if they can’t find that satisfaction woe to those who may stand in the way of their self-appointed happiness. Well that ain’t the way the world works, Bubba.