on behalf of the world

I'm not one to kick people when they're down. Actually, I probably am. But I reserve the public kicking for those that drive me insane with rage. I can't imagine why it didn't work out.

Wait, I can.

Maybe the expensive Vera Wang dress. Maybe the fancy reception with expensive broaches decorating a velvet cake. Maybe the expensive 1920's ring with the platinum and the silver. Or maybe it's the fact that the groom had to put out a strange statement expressing his beliefs as if there were some doubt.

You want to mirror the world? You want to fit in? You want to be like them? Well, this'll seal the deal, then, won't it?