The red machetes of our vineyard

It is no longer news, even for a day-old child, that the vine belongs to all of us; but, it is absurd to hear that it has been deeply personalized by our fellow shareholders.

You can ignore me or ignore my review because I’m just meditating out loud, but very soon I’ll be commenting out loud.

Please, let’s discuss a very critical issue. Has it ever occurred to you that how your name, or even better your full name, sounds to the people around you matters a lot? From my point of view, the name remains its first identity because with the name, one can present oneself in absentia.

Having noted the above fact, how people perceive your name should be of primary importance to your person, rather than paying more attention to trivial issues that seem falsely valid to you. Please forgive the digression, although I have chosen to comment on the “parable” for as long as this review lasts.

We all know that machetes are very vital and powerful tools needed in any vineyard regardless of the season. But recently I realized that, with most machetes being used in my vineyard, you are not just red, but excessively red.

Attention, the “red” as a color can represent a positive or negative interpretation; but in this context, we are aiming for the negative notation of red which means “danger”. Let’s roll!

The redness of their skins (bodies) is partly attributable to the fleetingness of their sincerity, and is not unrelated to their respective deceptive instincts.

Despite the pronounced reddish nature of the declared skins, most of us cannot understand the scene. As for me, they have become unbearable parasites for our vineyard, with their uncontrollable and intolerable individual thefts and deceits. After all, millions of them have been caught red-handed in the past while many are now facing “unreliable” trials.

Of course, they were heckled by their subjects in several public gatherings. I had the privilege of being present. It is obvious that these uneducated attitudes exhibited by their audience were due to their deceptive and uncertain faces.

Frankly, my humble and ever intelligent face has suddenly soured on the debris I observe daily in this gifted vineyard.

Initially, my face was tolerant of the poignant scenario. Subsequently, I understood that being a simple spectator in a vineyard in which each of us has his share would deter the vine from growing healthily; and such a phenomenon would justify an unquantifiable mortality rate in the near future.

Notice, I’m not pointing any accusing fingers at any of the machetes; rather, I’m trying to embrace realism here. To cry, most machetes are red, so it is high time to revise them before they turn the whole vineyard red, which will represent an aberration.

If the vineyard ends up turning red, I’m afraid none of the vines are producing edible grapes. Apparently, that would be like embracing the bloodiest platform.

Lately, the theft and deceit found in these red machetes are generating ignominious scenes in the global circle, thus constituting “global warming”.

Without mincing words, in regards to this ongoing global warming, I am intensely frightened that we are witnessing a futile vineyard full in record time if the necessary is not done seriously.

However, I am personally of the opinion that we can restore normalcy if we stop relying on these evil machetes. Believe me, embracing realism and truism is one of the recipes for the foreseeable moment of unfathomable productivity and endless jubilation.

Let’s not let our vineyard become synonymous with stubbornness and brutality. We must collectively strive to call a spade a spade. Any red machete is no longer useful; he must be considered a rebellious priest, therefore must be excommunicated and taken away for complete penance and deliverance.

My remarks thus far could have unloaded the harshness to fullness, but I want to let you know frankly that this was not a planned move. Please forgive my spasm of anger; just that, we can’t continue to be tenants in our building.

The time has come for us as a people to ensure that all ripe grapes produced by our vines are no longer harvested with the wrong machetes to avoid possible contamination.

At this point, I unequivocally disabuse you of the idea that our vineyard can be well and serene again without ferociously taking those unwanted machetes to where they rightfully belong. Yes, we need machetes for the current culture, but no red ones.

So, enough of this apprehension; I’m really tired of getting the usual mischievous expression or smile on their faces. How could the machetes to whom we entrusted our vineyard steal the vineyard in question?

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