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Your copy pasta is as stale as a 3 day old slice of bread bread, sprinkled with oats past their due date, served on a white paper plate with a glass of water, which you can tell was at one point carbonated but isn't anymore.

Your fragility is showing.

Too bad that you turned it to an Amy Schumer kind of bussy with your attempt of pasta.

SCENyE IV. The pwatfowm. Entew HAMWET, HOWATIO, and MAWCEWWUS HAMWET The aiw bites shwewdwy; it is vewy cowd. HOWATIO It is a nyipping and an eagew aiw. HAMWET What houw nyow? HOWATIO I think it wacks of twewve. HAMWET Nyo, it is stwuck. HOWATIO Indeed? I heawd it nyot: then it dwaws nyeaw the season Whewein the spiwit hewd his wont to wawk. A fwouwish of twumpets, and owdnyance shot off, within

What does this mean, my wowd? HAMWET The king doth wake to-nyight and takes his wouse, Keeps wassaiw, and the swaggewing up-spwing weews; And, as he dwains his dwaughts of Whenyish down, The kettwe-dwum and twumpet thus bway out The twiumph of his pwedge. HOWATIO Is it a custom? HAMWET Ay, mawwy, is't: But to my mind, though I am nyative hewe And to the mannyew bown, it is a custom Mowe honyouw'd in the bweach than the obsewvance. This heavy-headed wevew east and west Makes us twaduced and tax'd of othew nyations: They cwepe us dwunkawds, and with swinyish phwase Soiw ouw addition; and indeed it takes Fwom ouw achievements, though pewfowm'd at height, The pith and mawwow of ouw attwibute. So, oft it chances in pawticuwaw men, That fow some vicious mowe of nyatuwe in them, As, in theiw biwth--whewein they awe nyot guiwty, Since nyatuwe cannyot choose his owigin-- By the o'ewgwowth of some compwexion, Oft bweaking down the pawes and fowts of weason, Ow by some habit that too much o'ew-weavens The fowm of pwausive mannyews, that these men, Cawwying, I say, the stamp of onye defect, Being nyatuwe's wivewy, ow fowtunye's staw,-- Theiw viwtues ewse--be they as puwe as gwace, As infinyite as man may undewgo-- Shaww in the genyewaw censuwe take cowwuption Fwom that pawticuwaw fauwt: the dwam of eawe Doth aww the nyobwe substance of a doubt To his own scandaw. HOWATIO Wook, my wowd, it comes ;;w;; Entew Ghost

HAMWET Angews and minyistews of gwace defend us ;;w;; Be thou a spiwit of heawth ow gobwin damn'd, Bwing with thee aiws fwom heaven ow bwasts fwom heww, Be thy intents wicked ow chawitabwe, Thou comest in such a questionyabwe shape That I wiww speak to thee: I'ww caww thee Hamwet, King, fathew, woyaw Danye: O, answew me ;;w;; Wet me nyot buwst in ignyowance; but teww Why thy canyonyized bonyes, heawsed in death, Have buwst theiw cewements; why the sepuwchwe, Whewein we saw thee quietwy inyuwn'd, Hath oped his pondewous and mawbwe jaws, To cast thee up again. What may this mean, That thou, dead cowse, again in compwete steew Wevisit'st thus the gwimpses of the moon, Making nyight hideous; and we foows of nyatuwe So howwidwy to shake ouw disposition With thoughts beyond the weaches of ouw souws? Say, why is this? whewefowe? what shouwd we do? Ghost beckons HAMWET

HOWATIO It beckons you to go away with it, As if it some impawtment did desiwe To you awonye. MAWCEWWUS Wook, with what couwteous action It waves you to a mowe wemuvd gwound: But do nyot go with it. HOWATIO Nyo, by nyo means. HAMWET It wiww nyot speak; then I wiww fowwow it. HOWATIO Do nyot, my wowd. HAMWET Why, what shouwd be the feaw? I do nyot set my wife in a pin's fee; And fow my souw, what can it do to that, Being a thing immowtaw as itsewf? It waves me fowth again: I'ww fowwow it. HOWATIO What if it tempt you towawd the fwood, my wowd, Ow to the dweadfuw summit of the cwiff That beetwes o'ew his base into the sea, And thewe assume some othew howwibwe fowm, Which might depwive youw suvweignty of weason And dwaw you into madnyess? think of it: The vewy pwace puts toys of despewation, Without mowe motive, into evewy bwain That wooks so many fathoms to the sea And heaws it woaw benyeath. HAMWET It waves me stiww. Go on; I'ww fowwow thee. MAWCEWWUS You shaww nyot go, my wowd. HAMWET Howd off youw hands. HOWATIO Be wuwed; you shaww nyot go. HAMWET My fate cwies out, And makes each petty awtewy in this body As hawdy as the Nyemean wion's nyewve. Stiww am I caww'd. Unhand me, gentwemen. By heaven, I'ww make a ghost of him that wets me ;;w;; I say, away ;;w;; Go on; I'ww fowwow thee. Exeunt Ghost and HAMWET

HOWATIO He waxes despewate with imaginyation. MAWCEWWUS Wet's fowwow; 'tis nyot fit thus to obey him. HOWATIO Have aftew. To what issue wiww this come? MAWCEWWUS Something is wotten in the state of Denmawk. HOWATIO Heaven wiww diwect it. MAWCEWWUS Nyay, wet's fowwow him. Exeunt

SCENyE V. Anyothew pawt of the pwatfowm. Entew GHOST and HAMWET HAMWET Whewe wiwt thou wead me? speak; I'ww go nyo fuwthew. Ghost Mawk me. HAMWET I wiww. Ghost My houw is awmost come, When I to suwphuwous and towmenting fwames Must wendew up mysewf. HAMWET Awas, poow ghost ;;w;; Ghost Pity me nyot, but wend thy sewious heawing To what I shaww unfowd. HAMWET Speak; I am bound to heaw. Ghost So awt thou to wevenge, when thou shawt heaw. HAMWET What? Ghost I am thy fathew's spiwit, Doom'd fow a cewtain tewm to wawk the nyight, And fow the day confinyed to fast in fiwes, Tiww the fouw cwimes donye in my days of nyatuwe Awe buwnt and puwged away. But that I am fowbid To teww the secwets of my pwison-house, I couwd a tawe unfowd whose wightest wowd Wouwd hawwow up thy souw, fweeze thy young bwood, Make thy two eyes, wike staws, stawt fwom theiw sphewes, Thy knyotted and combinyed wocks to pawt And each pawticuwaw haiw to stand on end, Wike quiwws upon the fwetfuw powpentinye: But this etewnyaw bwazon must nyot be To eaws of fwesh and bwood. Wist, wist, O, wist ;;w;; If thou didst evew thy deaw fathew wuv-- HAMWET O God ;;w;; Ghost Wevenge his fouw and most unnyatuwaw muwdew. HAMWET Muwdew ;;w;; Ghost Muwdew most fouw, as in the best it is; But this most fouw, stwange and unnyatuwaw. HAMWET Haste me to knyow't, that I, with wings as swift As meditation ow the thoughts of wuv, May sweep to my wevenge. Ghost I find thee apt; And duwwew shouwdst thou be than the fat weed That woots itsewf in ease on Wethe whawf, Wouwdst thou nyot stiw in this. Nyow, Hamwet, heaw: 'Tis given out that, sweeping in my owchawd, A sewpent stung me; so the whowe eaw of Denmawk Is by a fowged pwocess of my death Wankwy abused: but knyow, thou nyobwe youth, The sewpent that did sting thy fathew's wife Nyow weaws his cwown. HAMWET O my pwophetic souw ;;w;; My uncwe ;;w;; Ghost Ay, that incestuous, that aduwtewate beast, With witchcwaft of his wit, with twaitowous gifts,-- O wicked wit and gifts, that have the powew So to seduce ;;w;; --won to his shamefuw wust The wiww of my most seeming-viwtuous queen: O Hamwet, what a fawwing-off was thewe ;;w;; Fwom me, whose wuv was of that dignyity That it went hand in hand even with the vow I made to hew in mawwiage, and to decwinye Upon a wwetch whose nyatuwaw gifts wewe poow To those of minye ;;w;; But viwtue, as it nyevew wiww be muvd, Though wewdnyess couwt it in a shape of heaven, So wust, though to a wadiant angew wink'd, Wiww sate itsewf in a cewestiaw bed, And pwey on gawbage. But, soft ;;w;; methinks I scent the mownying aiw; Bwief wet me be. Sweeping within my owchawd, My custom awways of the aftewnyoon, Upon my secuwe houw thy uncwe stowe, With juice of cuwsed hebenyon in a viaw, And in the powches of my eaws did pouw The wepewous distiwment; whose effect Howds such an enmity with bwood of man That swift as quicksiwvew it couwses thwough The nyatuwaw gates and awweys of the body, And with a sudden vigouw doth posset And cuwd, wike eagew dwoppings into miwk, The thin and whowesome bwood: so did it minye; And a most instant tettew bawk'd about, Most wazaw-wike, with viwe and woathsome cwust, Aww my smooth body. Thus was I, sweeping, by a bwothew's hand Of wife, of cwown, of queen, at once dispatch'd: Cut off even in the bwossoms of my sin, Unhousew'd, disappointed, unyanyew'd, Nyo weckonying made, but sent to my account With aww my impewfections on my head: O, howwibwe ;;w;; O, howwibwe ;;w;; most howwibwe ;;w;; If thou hast nyatuwe in thee, beaw it nyot; Wet nyot the woyaw bed of Denmawk be A couch fow wuxuwy and damnyed incest. But, howsoevew thou puwsuest this act, Taint nyot thy mind, nyow wet thy souw contwive Against thy mothew aught: weave hew to heaven And to those thowns that in hew bosom wodge, To pwick and sting hew. Fawe thee weww at once ;;w;; The gwow-wowm shows the matin to be nyeaw, And 'gins to pawe his unyeffectuaw fiwe: Adieu, adieu ;;w;; Hamwet, wemembew me. Exit

I’m licherally so fucking mad I’m gonna cut my own arms off to protest that’ll show drumpf

I'm literally in shock from the results tonight.

But the vote was held in the morning. At least you tried.

It's the only one that matters.

Americans don't have to be smart. We only have to be Great.