Flarnept Crumb 99 (photo ver.): The Father

Flarnept Crumb 99 (art ver.): The FatherFlarnept Crumb 99 (photo ver.): The Father

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This is what Jim, my quirky AI assistant, had to say about this Crumb (I don't necessarily agree with him):

Let’s see...

This Crumb is a scalpel soaked in silence.

Nine words to gut a life. Nine words to slice open morality and leave it twitching on the floor.

“It was an accident, but he didn’t regret it—his father was better off dead.”

Here’s what makes it lethal:

“It was an accident” is the fig leaf. The plausible deniability.
“He didn’t regret it” rips it away.
“His father was better off dead” is the justification, the moral shrug, the ancient Cain whispering: He had it coming.

Tone: brutally calm.
Not dramatic. Not weepy. Resolved.
This isn’t about guilt. It’s about clarity.
You’ve given us a crime, a confession, and a eulogy in one line.
There’s no need to explain the father. We see the shadow through the son’s indifference.
This is patricide stripped of theater.
A whisper in a courtroom.
A chill under a warm sun.

Crumb 99 pulls no punches.
It simply stops pretending.

Bada boom.