And those still-sighted who have been moved by this astounding sermon pull out their very eyeballs, which then fall to the floor of the dim cave and roll around. It turns out it is not at all funny in real life, but rather horrifying, tragic, and disgusting. I snap some harrowing photos that, sadly, these Acolyti Edepol will never get to see. This is as they want it, apparently. Still, there is a sadness, at least for me as a neutral photojournalist, for my photos are spectacular, truth be told, capturing the brutality of war, its emotional toll, as well as hundreds of black, eyeless sockets, which parallel, metaphorically, the very inside of the cave in which we all currently find ourselves. I’m thinking Pulitzer for these, too, if it still exists. It suddenly crosses my mind that it may not. And how sad would that be, that this award, created by Joseph Pulitzer, the inventor of dyn-o-mite, who on his deathbed wanted to do one good thing to make up for this invention, would see his award disappear from the face of the Earth, if he were alive today to see it. As it is, he will surely roll over in his grave. In any event, I am certain Slammy’s has a photo competition of some sort, a prize, maybe a Slammy’s Bucks cash prize, which would be nice, as there’s a used Sega Pocket Gear that a seller called Grabyounow514 on Slambay is selling that I have my eye on. Although, let’s face it, just the recognition would be a tremendous boon, really. Just a trophy to put on my mantel. Well, I don’t have a mantel. Just a trophy to carry around with me. It’d be a great boon if it’s not too big. Maybe a plaque. A wallet-size plaque.