a low-down dirty shame OR the saddest sight ever

I was walking out of my neighborhood Staples with my xerox copies in hand when I came across a sight so wanton and deplorable, so deprave and perverse, that it shook me to my very core. Part of me cried out to flee from such a scene, but I found myself strangely drawn in. I could not shake my eyes from the mindless destruction that I faced. I grabbed my camera phone and took pictures in the hope that the images might stir something inside all of you so that such wickedness, which should rightly be abhorred, might not be repeated. I warn you, these images might be too graphic for those of a weaker constitution.

This is the scene from further out. This encompasses it in all of its horrific horribleness.

Moving closer in to the grouping on the left. Can you see the golden spongy goodness laying battered and destroyed on the cold, hard, unforgiving cement?

And look here below, the creamy goodness lying inside a warm blanket of cake, beckoning the faithful to a heavenly center. But instead of its near-divine purpose, it lies cast aside and disregarded. And again, Eden sinks to grief.
In case you haven't yet realized what this heavenly creation is, it is in fact a twinkie. My natural inclination when facing such travesty is to try to make sense of what happened, for it is only in learning from history that we can ever hope to unrepeat it. I submit my graphical recreation of what happened here. We start with our main player, Twinkie the Kid.

Through forces unknown, Twinkie the Kid finds himself in a free fall, from heaven to earth.

Now in his fallen state, he finds himself subjected to the heartless will of the boot.

Now I can't be sure exactly how it all happened. Rather than a combat boot, Twinkie the Kid could have fallen victim to a wandering cowboy (no doubt wearing a hat black as night).

As dark as these time are, maybe in fact it was not a wandering cowboy but in fact a skeleton who happened across the fallen twinkie.

The exact details remain dark and hidden. So there it is. I leave it to you to struggle to find meaning in all this, whether you view these events as an allegory to the state of fallen man, or a manifestation of the chaos of existence, or whether this in fact has no meaning and only serves to expand the outer limits of this nihilistic void in which we find ourselves. Me, I will weep with the tears saved only for the innocent. Do not cry for spilled milk, but cry with me, brothers and sisters, for the twinkie now departed.