REALITY CHECK...USELESS OBSERVATION!

I get an awful pain in my gut whenever someone says the word "reality." The real bad ones will cock their head to the side and squint like they're deep in thought. "Reality," or whatever word you want to use to define this unfortunate ability to perceive the world, is bad enough without hearing people try to articulate it. Reality is dirt and everyone knows it. That's why ranting is so stupid. Why pick out individual things to hate when you could say, "I hate everything?"


A true genius would find a way to rant about things he enjoys. But I won't, and nobody else will, because it's boring. Nobody cares. I'd be like a rebel without a cause or an effect. Being counter-culture is dumb. Almost as bad as being anti-counter-culture. What's the solution? I'm not too sure. Get boned and forget about the world.

People dying over there in Rwanda or whatever. Over five hundred thousand people. Big deal. In Canada and America, one tenth of that many people die from car accidents each year. You don't see us declaring a national state of emergency over it and begging other countries for money. If a lot of people die in a short amount of time, it's considered a tragedy. If people die by the thousands at a steady rate over long periods of time, nobody cares. Time will get you every time.

Stank ass Bush was elected president. No never mind Mulroney was Prime minister and so was Jean “Creepy” Chretien. That's old news, but it's still as baffling as ever. It's like we all have of learned to turn the other cheek and go about our lives as if a lunatic isn't sitting at the bridge of America fingering the big red button. Stroking it. Fondling its edges. Smearing Vaseline on it and licking its tender cusp. See, we don't think about that. If I were the government and I wanted to keep people ignorant, I'd broadcast gay porno 24/7. People would be far too afraid to do as much as touch the remote and see what's happening in the world.

Last week someone said to me we gotta "Support Our Troops" they are fighting for us. As if we have a choice because when they come back we all will be supporting them no matter how you dice it or slice it. I immediately file in the back of mind. Ya know? Whatever. So today she comes back and says (but that’s because her insane brother use to be in the army) we really we need to 'liberate’, the poor idiots who just couldn’t make the grade so their parents said “honey you know if you go into the army you can get an education for free”, so the kid signs up all the while know the sole purpose was to make some extra cash to buy weed. Because you already know he hates school!

To me when certain people say certain things to me it’s like vandalism of my brain at its worse. And if their words were people I’d embrace their genocide. I bet my friend actually thinks she's doing something to support the cause. As if a redneck Republican who started this war in the first place is going to hear those words spoken so eloquently “Support Our Troops and think, "Wow, an informed citizen. That's right up there on the Things You Never See list with Houdini getting a spare key made and someone without acne shopping at Wal-Mart. The crux is, our whole anti-war, peaceful hippy movement never does anything to support their cause. They run around promoting themselves and stating their wants and needs, but never get past that stage. It's like a company making commercials and putting ads all over TV but never making a product to sell. No matter how proactive a liberal is, she'll never offer any sort of solution to the problems she brings attention to. Hippy guys attend protests and agree with the females for a chance to get into her hemp panties. Being the sport that I am, I've come up with several solutions to our political problems - both personal and global. All of which involve splitting sub-atomic particles around populous regions of the world. One common ground in all political stances is to limit suffering. There's no better way to end suffering than to terminate all life on earth instantly. No pain, nobody around to grieve, and no more suffering for any human for the remainder of REALITY. I guess the article is over now that I looped backed to the beginning concept. Not that I want it to end, I'm having soooooooo much fun.