Sometimes we ask ourselves hard to answer questions, like, “What is a son of a bitch?”
Then we wax philosophic with metaphysical postulations, incomplete aphorisms and inconsistent sophism that make one more and more sure that the only true thing is that a picture is worth a thousand words.
In this photo, the guy on the right is a member of a bomb squad in midst of a deactivation.
The guy behind him, well, he’s a son of a bitch.
