Fruitcake Lovers

The tension is palpable. The anxiety that sweeps through the room could be cut with the cake knife that lies abandoned on the table. Everyone is on the edge of their seats. The well manicured fingers now pick up the knife and proceed to slice. Halves. Quarters. Eighths. And then, with firm assurance that is surely a mere faÐ"§ade for inner turmoil and doubt, the woman proceeds to offer the cake to the second woman that sits, on the throne-like velvet backed chair. She takes one look, and shakes her head somberly. The first woman falters, her pupils sunken in disbelief. Her body convulses with tortured anguish. But the moment passes and then she smiles, as she takes back her beloved fruitcake.

I don't like pretentious women, or the Australian cricket team, two things that are far more alike than one might think. Ð'- But then again no self righteous man in the whole of South Africa likes either anyway. Another thing I hate is fruitcake lovers if they smile when their cake is rejected. I don't like people who do that. It's unnatural. Almost as unnatural as Australia's cricketing dominance over the past twenty years. But how does Australia always winning have anything to do with hypocritical fruit cake lovers? The answer Ð'- mixed messages and the world's propensity to undermine each message it transmits. Montana will elaborateÐ'...

Montana's speech.

Second. Third. Fourth. It does not really matter where you achieve on the podium of life. If you do not come first, no matter how close you eventually get to reaching that ultimate goal you know that someone out there is better than you.

Yet in our highly Ð''advanced and educated' society, phrases of common sense such as "win or lose, I still love you" or "you'll always be a winner in my eyes" have arisen. These thoughts and ideologies oppose the hereditary human instinct to win at all costs. These mixed messages are a cause for the strife of today's generation. The generation's steady decline into the labyrinth of alcohol, drugs and smoking. Cigarettes are the epitome of mixed messages. Enticing advertisements followed by the harsh warnings. Jenny will now speak on televisions