You know what to do with a little chaos and confusion.

When the proverbial poo hits the fan, they melt into the corner sucking their thumb in a

fetal position humming Jesus loves me.

These folks are the ones that thrive in comfort. They can't handle crisis.

They're breastfeeders.

Yeah, I said that.

They're breastfeeders.

They need to suckle when life sucks.

They need somebody to pet their bobo-bobo-bo-bo-bo-bo-o and tell them everything's

going to be okay.

They need the good news first, even if the good news is a lie or a fantasy

well I'm here to tell you real fast that history doesn't talk about the

weaklings smooth sailing makes for a great vacation from reality but it's a

terrible story you've heard the old adage about how good times produce weak men and so on

it goes. You know now what weak men produce and it would seem that the hard times are now

upon us. So here comes a little chaos. Now who are you going to be as you head into this new year?

Are you going to be a shadow hiding titty baby that longs for the safe harbor of mama's apron

strings, or are you going to rope this badass tornado and ride it into the unknown and make a little history.

Because let's be honest, what's the worst that could happen? I mean, really, what's the worst thing that

could happen to you? Well, it could kill you. But you're going to die one day anyway,

so you might as well get right with Jesus now and go out like a little bad-ass with no fear.

Look, here's the deal. Here's the deal. What's done is done. You can't control when the chaos comes.

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