It's folly to attempt explain most bullshit. It's just one of many of life's paradoxes. I can go into a Hay-She-Be or a Home Depot and buy any number of things to inhale that could fry my brain, and no one would make me fill out any forms, unless it's spray paint, or perhaps, model airplane glue.
I have a fence that gets repainted about 3 times a year. Currently that fence is more paint than wood. I don't care how "talented" the "artist" is, it's still my canvass the cocksuckers are using and they didn't ask my permission. Fucking vandals.