When I was a child, my mother used to tell me that people would put change up their ass. I’m talking about nickels, dimes, pennies, etc. I’m assuming this was to deter myself from putting said change in my mouth. Though I feel that this technique was successful, I also feel that believing in this really set the standard I currently have for people in general. Currently, I have no expectations of people. I strongly feel they are, especially Americans, disappointing individuals. For the longest time, I remember I used to think adults were idiots because they would put change up their asses. I got the feeling they were vindictive. ”If I can’t have this quarter, then no one else can enjoy it without having my feces on their hand!” I honestly felt adults were fiendish morons.
So, now I am an adult. And my feelings haven’t changed. Though I now know that most people do not stick change up their ass; I do know, however, that most people are idiots. When I was 14, I thought it was teenage angst that supplied my hatred for people. But being an adult now, witnessnessing how others raise their children and live their lives, I now understand that it’s pretty simple: people are fucking morons.
How is it that masses are controled by religion and NASCAR? I don’t get it. The dumbest people have the most voting power. What is even more sad and dispicable is the creation of the said masses via suburbia. Some smart guy during the 40’s understood that vets from the war would be coming back ready to fuck and their women were ready to take orders. Said men were also inclined to commit to orders, so cubicles were created…as well as the demise of intelligence in the States.
What is even more sick is that hispanics have joined in on “keeping up with the Jones’.” Small suburbias provide the working class with just enough income to purchase the same bullshit WASPs find necessary for survival. Said hispanics loose their culture and become simple suburbanites…along with the rest of the NASCAR following, gas consuming, Larry the Cable Guy loving pieces of shit in the world.
Love it or leave it man…
Something tells me it’s time to leave it.
we’re all ants, mikey. all of us; fucking ants. your opinion(s), or words rather, are as good as anyone else’s. as good as Tara Finley’s (whom I know not the fuck about) and as good as a mothafuckin’ dog’s. we can bite our pillows and continue onward with the bitching, but what good will that do??
what is TRULY sad here, my friend, is that some god gave us the power to think; no. fuck “think.” it is too good a word for man. this god gave us the ability to scheme and because we scheme we are happy; because we scheme we are depressed, followers, IDiOTs…but we are all the same. our hearts all pump blood through those same corroded veins and we still continue to breathe as we sleep. even those of us who wish to desist breathing.
god has some sense of humor. and a sick one at that. all we can do is laugh, right? HA…straight in the face of it all. fuck it. we all have our demons. we all have our demons…