Let’s make this rule, a societal rule that it is unlawful to walk around unconscious.  Punishment: death, or at least a severe beating at the hands of everyone who isn’t “checked out.”

Let’s release some angry, hungry Lions, whose only hope of scoring a meal is taking down a weaker, fatter, slower human in a crowded mall.

Let’s make being fat, lazy, stupid, and/or unconscious a penalty, a disadvantage to simply being alive, a punishable offense.

Essentially, let’s stop catering to the weak, and start forcing everyone on this planet to be conscious, alert, and fit at all times.

Is this too harsh?  Is it unfair?  It definitely goes against the system, a system that has rules and laws in place to protect the weak.  A system that is built to keep people fat, lazy and dumb, consuming everything they come across without thought.  Hungry Lions don’t give a fuck, they just want to eat and survive.  A fat lazy human on the other hand?  What’s their need to exist?  What motivates you to keep on living?

A steady diet of video games, T.V. and electronic distractions are exactly what the system has in mind.  Keep stuffing horrible food down their throat and they’ll obey every command.  Keep promising “the good life” and they’ll keep showing up for jobs they hate and spend money on things they don’t really need for the opportunity that someday, they’ll be showered with money and pussy and will never have to try again…ever.

Or maybe I’m just projecting?  Perhaps there is no end goal or a destination that comes from walking around as a mouth breather.  It could be that you’re just born and raised to be a pawn, and that is ordinary, and beyond that you have no understanding.  So it is your life, all you know and ever will, which I suppose in a sense is just fine.  After all, I’ve always believed in the mantra “ignorance is bliss.”  Maybe self awareness is a trait we should strive to eliminate, so we become a collective.  Maybe that’s our destiny as humans?

Unfortunately, there’s no turning back once you come online.  Once the switch flips to bring you into awareness, there’s no turning it off.  The mouth breathers become apparent and stick out like Santa Clause dry humping a telephone pole.  You tend to notice things like that.

You know who loves 9/11, just the fact that it happened and it was so tragic?  Corporations, the media, the military, and charities.  Those are the only organizations that benefit from death and destruction.  Terrorists love it too, both current and future.  They won.  We lost, and we, meaning you and I, the common man, continue to pay for it.

So let’s get rid of it.  Forget it.  Let it go.  Get over it. You can remember it, fine, and be conscious that it could happen again in the future, when all those new terrorists we’ve created over the last 10 years start coming of age.  If you lost someone, how was that any different than losing them in, say, a car accident?

Let’s stop allowing corporations and all the other benefactors of tragedy to associate their brand with our remembrance, our emotional connection to tragic events.  Because that’s what they’re trying to do, psychologically, subconsciously tie their products to our emotional connection to the event.  So whenever we think of 9/11, we’ll also think Verizon, or Budweiser, or State Farm.  I mention those companies because I just saw 9/11 inspired tribute commercials from them during the football openers.  Absolutely disgusting.  If they really cared and wanted to pay tribute then they wouldn’t have taken advantage of the tragedy and tried to tied their brand to it.

But their motivation doesn’t lay in actually paying a tribute.  It lay in connecting their brand in our minds with something emotionally powerful.  Every one of those piece of shit companies, and all the others, including the media conglomerates who are taking advantage of you and me, should be blown up, literally.  Of course, we can do the next best thing: stop consuming the garbage they’re trying to brainwash us into consuming.

America, Fuck Yeah!

There’s something demoralizing and humiliating when you have to ask your employer for time off.  It’s like a little kid who has to ask his mommy and daddy for permission to do something.  But it’s how the system works; you are your employers voluntary slave and they pretty much own your time.

How have we cornered ourselves into such an oppressive system?  How did it come to this?  Is it just a natural evolution from forced slavery?  Are people actually better off/happier giving up their lives to a corporation monarchy?

I fucking hate it.  I feel like a submissive bitch every time I have to “request” time off.

I guess it’s an exercise in control, demeaning you to begging for access to YOUR time, which they feel they own.  It’s putting you in your place, as the beggar asking the king to toss you a few scraps of leftovers.  Just like training a dog to be obedient, your master-boss revels in the delight of having almost absolute power of you.  Make no mistake about it, no matter how “nice” your boss is, he/she loves the power trip.

Time is the only thing we really have.  It’s the only currency that is consistent, that will never change.  Those that own the time of others are the powerful, the wealthy few who lavish themselves at the expense of the ignorant masses who think they’re getting a deal; sacrificing their time every day in exchange for a paycheck.  A paycheck that gets rapped by the very people who give it out.  A paycheck many use to try and emulate the bullshit lifestyle of the haves.

You may think this is just some whiny, whoa is me nonsense.  Fine, fuck you.  If you’re happy slaving away for someone else who will shit on you any chance they get, then have at you.  Most people remain ignorant, fat, dumb, and content.  Too lazy or scared to try and make a change.  Those are the folks that the system feeds off of.  The system loves a subservient, docile, well trained, obedient human who will do menial, degrading, labor for them so they can fund their own little kingdoms.

Fuck them.

We’ve entered the age of instant gratification.  Faster is no longer a selling point, it’s an expectation.  If something takes too long, or stops working for half a second, or inconveniences you in any way, complaints rain down.

Are we living in so much comfort that we expect everything to work 100% of the time without the least bit of effort or discomfort?

I see way too many people being led around on a virtual leash by their digital thingies.  Cell phones, iPads, iBook readers, and other nonsense that is a constant stream of pretty much useless information.  Maybe it’s the environment I’m in everyday, around small penised, short, overly intelligent, overly coddled fags who think they are special, yet hive together in group think without the least bit of personality.  The technology they work on no longer is created by them, but instead creates them.

Technology is no longer a tool.  It is the master.  We are the slaves.

All those movies about intelligent robots or machines taking over seem ridiculous when put against rationality.  But is that so far from the current truth?  If technology were to die today, just vanish off the face of the earth, it becomes no longer possible to transfer zeros and ones, wouldn’t we dive into a state of panic?  Would chaos ensue?  Would all the soft little pussy fucks in the world rise up in passive aggressive protest?  Most likely, those little squeaks would never get heard, because how could they go online and post a twitter or a facebooks to anonymously complain about interruption of service that is slightly inconveniencing them but making into an “OMG, the earth is blowing up!!”

Makes me want to slap every fuck face I see who’s more engaged with the glowing electronics than they are with the real world around them, only being pulled away the moment they bump into you.

Don’t get me wrong, I think all this technology is great.  It allows me to keep in touch with family and friends who live in other places and provides a good level of comfort that I enjoy.  But there has to be a limit, an amount that becomes excessive, when the technology you own and use turns around and owns you.  I know my saturation point, and it’s really low.

Do you know your’s, or are you too wrapped up sucking down the glowing electrons that’s slowly taking over your life?

As a bona fide member of the super consumers group, I would like to express my gratitude for the scum of the earth that cook my food, drive my buses and cabs, sell me mass quantities of excessive food, or otherwise serve me on what most consider major holidays.  You are the foundation that makes the American consumer machine the super power it is; that will someday consume the earth whole.

Thank you all for making sure my needs are met on days when it’s apparent we think of you as lessor people, disposable in every sense.  I can feel the irony however, as I sense you laugh at me for being a spoiled, over privileged, fat piece of burden to this planet; a malicious bacteria that needs heavy doses of antibiotics.

Abundance isn’t my gift.  It’s my prison and ultimate painful death.

Happy New Years (why is it plural?)!!!

Kings aren’t dead.  Far from it.  They are alive and well in the corporate world.  They have their own kingdom, their own rules, and their own slaves.  They rake in the loot generated off the backs of the drones, who make a teeny tiny fraction of the rewards.  They are not a family or a team, they are an organization of people, structured in a hierarchy, just like a kingdom.  Those towards the top get more and have special rules.  Those at the bottom settle for shit, and are usually treated like shit as well.  This is not a complaint.  It’s the truth.