In other words, you don't have an effin' clue.
This puts you right up there with the rest of
science, Mother. *** Clueless *** sitting back
on your laurels, and finding fault with anybody
who might shatter your warped, childlike sense
of reality.

Part of the problem instead of the solution.

Like a broken record. A sad broken record with
an irretrievable oldies song...

...sung to the Woody Guthrie tune...

"Philadelphia Lawyer"
Way out in Reno, Nevada,
Where romance blooms and fades,
A great Philadelphia lawyer
Was in love with a Hollywood maid.
"Come, love, and we will wander
Down where the lights are bright.
I'll win you a divorce from your husband,
And we can get married tonight."
Wild Bill was a gun-totin' cowboy,
Ten notches were carved in his gun.
And all the boys around Reno
Left Wild Bill's maiden alone.
One night when he was returning
From ridin' the range in the cold,
He dreamed of his Hollywood sweetheart,
Her love was as lasting as gold.

As he drew near her window,
A shadow he saw on the shade;
'Twas the great Philadelphia lawyer
Makin' love to Bill's Hollywood maid.
The night was as still as the desert,
The moon hangin' high overhead.
Bill listened awhile to the lawyer,
He could hear ev'ry word that he said:

"Your hands are so pretty and lovely,
Your form's so rare and divine.
Come go with me to the city
And leave this wild cowboy behind."
Now back in old Pennsylvania,
Among those beautiful pines,
There's one less Philadelphia lawyer
In old Philadelphia tonight.

Yeah there's one less Philadelphia lawyer in old
Philadelphia to-niiiiight.

Later puddin'.

happy days and...
starry starry nights!