"Eye Balls Click, The Chess Integrity Train Ride"

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   Well I am Not Going to do any Pasting Here. Except, I would like to Paste a Picture inside Your Brain Housing Network. An Everlasting Picture Of A Train Ride, with Clyde, To the Other side. The Other side of Chess Reality, Where The Train Whistle Blows, and where she stops Nobody Knows.

     Scene One: 

    Picture A Bullet-Train in Japan on a Scenic Route With Mount Fuji in Spring as A Back Drop. The 200+ Mile an Hour Train is filled with The Highest Rated Online Players Here at chess.com. A Vision Of Beauty ? NO!

     Scene Two:

    Picture An Old Steam Locomotive, Trying To make it Up a steepMountain. The Old Semi Run-Down Passenger Cars of The Train Are Filled To the Gills, With The Grand Masters, International Masters, FM, CM,Etc, of Chess.com. The Train is Over-packed with Masters that Could not Qualify for The Bullet-Train. A Vision of Beauty ? NO!

   The Moral Of This Story?  If Your Rating is as High as a Master, Its Smells Fishy. Whether its the Smell of Of fine Seafood, or Fish Head Soup, Remains to be Seen.

   Is Anybody Picking Up What I'm Laying Down?