Monkey's Humping Footballs

...and perhaps throwing shit at each other...that's what I'm living in right now. Perhaps I've just woken up from my cash enduced slumber, but the pain of the sight is nearly unbearable. It's as if not only have the monkeys been rabidly molesting the pigskin, but they've been given official credentials to do so, "Halt, I must hump this football at a medium pace in the name of the corporation...god save the CEO!" The truly maddening realization comes when it's uncovered that monkeys humping footballs account for a major portion of the GNP. As such, interaction with this NFL licensed beastial juggernaut cannot be avoided or tuned out. But, should it be taken head on? I'm not so sure that's a good idea. They hold the objects of their affections jealously, and attempts to separate the two in hopes of creating a more constructive existence can be a dangerous proposition. What then can the rest of us do to cut through the mounds of monkey shit in pursuit of a successful career? Must our sanity be sacrificed at their alter? I'm open to suggestions. The status quo is untenable.