This is kind of rude, so if that puts you off, just click away.  It comes from a strange contemplative mood one day a couple years ago.  It’s not so strange to be contemplative; the observation is what’s odd:

The world is full of assholes.  If you let them, they will crap all over you.  If you fight them, you usually wind up with sh** flying all over the place.  It may be best just to ignore them and walk away, leaving them standing there constipated.

The redeeming Buddhist value is to go home and chant for their happiness, of course, allowing the mystic law to work as metaphorical milk of magnesia.