i want to get on the hype machine and holler inaninties while i shoot my revolver into the ceiling. we must glorify the efforts of a arbitrarily chosen single

i want to get on the hype machine and holler inaninties while i shoot my revolver into the ceiling. we must glorify the efforts of a arbitrarily chosen single individual, in the hope of someday becoming that lauded singleton, the one allowed by decree to piss on the heads of those fools below who didn't win the race.