What is life, really? Life is a continuous piddle in the endless cycle of breathing, working, eating, breathing, death here and there, drama, drama o' bloody dra- whoops, you're dead.
That's the ultimate summary of life, is it not? An exercise in futility, an attempt to impress eternity with less than a hundred years on average of pitiful existence that, in 99% of all cases, doesn't come out in something that will be remembered. Perhaps it will be remembered, but your efforts are misinterpreted, and the point of it all is lost to time, so that what is remembered is not what you created. If they don't remember you, or all they remember is a typo, than what is the point - you might as well have not lived at all.
You are worms, maggots fated to return to the cold earth after the exercise in futility, one that may possibly be cut short by another jackass's attempt to impress some bemused elder, or a moronic jihadist fuck. Or the jackass just wants to try and be remembered as "the best motherfucker who wanted to kill the most people". His efforts are just as futile as any other. His efforts don't warrant a footnote in the history of relevance. In short, he wasted his time. What the fuck.
Yet the efforts of the kindly old gardener who never killed anything larger than a weed come to just about the same result. His efforts go unappreciated, his works don't even make the footnote in history. He made a better contribution to society by some means or another, yet nobody gives a flying shit. They only give a shit about the melodramatic putz who swooned the masses with his political flair.
Yet the melodramatic putz, or shall we say, the modern politician, is smarter than us. It is the melodramatic putz that is put back in office year after year. Everyone agrees he doesn't do shit. Yet to "fit in" and become a part of the crowd, everyone votes for the fucker anyways. Hey, at least he keeps that nice, cozy, familiar feeling. We don't want to fix it, not really. We want to be able to bitch about our circumstances and our politics while we dwiddle on with our worthless lives and make no contribution to improve things. We rave, we rant, we agree "that politician is an idiot". Bullshit - you're the idiot who lets him win. You're the idiot who votes for the same two morons in America every season while viable alternatives patiently wait for people to fucking wake up and use their skulls on the fringes. Perhaps it's not you, you. But at the very least, it's someone you know. You're just as complacent for letting him sit there and mindlessly vote for the same dotards.
The dotards thrive on the grand split and the grand idea that one side will triumph over the other, but the truth is, both sides are worthless mentally deranged institutions unique to certain countries. Others have their own issues, of course, but a certain leading "first world country" has some of the most deranged political figures in the world, and I'm not even going after Mr. Orange here.
But who bloody cares. This is just a rant that will be forgotten, and be rendered unworthy of being noted in history. It was written as a pointless time sink by a retarded melodramatic fucktard who never made a serious contribution to society, and never will. It was written by a buffoon as ignorant as the people he decries as ignorant. It was written by a hypocrite, who has a tendency to bitch more than to fix. It was written by a ranter, who had nothing better to do with his time than write a long ass rant that has no sane contribution to the world. Nobody will reflect on this and go "shiiit, this guy's wise" unless it's Odin being a smartass.
Here. Have a pineapple. You don't see it? Yeah, I don't see it either.
That's the ultimate summary of life, is it not? An exercise in futility, an attempt to impress eternity with less than a hundred years on average of pitiful existence that, in 99% of all cases, doesn't come out in something that will be remembered. Perhaps it will be remembered, but your efforts are misinterpreted, and the point of it all is lost to time, so that what is remembered is not what you created. If they don't remember you, or all they remember is a typo, than what is the point - you might as well have not lived at all.
You are worms, maggots fated to return to the cold earth after the exercise in futility, one that may possibly be cut short by another jackass's attempt to impress some bemused elder, or a moronic jihadist fuck. Or the jackass just wants to try and be remembered as "the best motherfucker who wanted to kill the most people". His efforts are just as futile as any other. His efforts don't warrant a footnote in the history of relevance. In short, he wasted his time. What the fuck.
Yet the efforts of the kindly old gardener who never killed anything larger than a weed come to just about the same result. His efforts go unappreciated, his works don't even make the footnote in history. He made a better contribution to society by some means or another, yet nobody gives a flying shit. They only give a shit about the melodramatic putz who swooned the masses with his political flair.
Yet the melodramatic putz, or shall we say, the modern politician, is smarter than us. It is the melodramatic putz that is put back in office year after year. Everyone agrees he doesn't do shit. Yet to "fit in" and become a part of the crowd, everyone votes for the fucker anyways. Hey, at least he keeps that nice, cozy, familiar feeling. We don't want to fix it, not really. We want to be able to bitch about our circumstances and our politics while we dwiddle on with our worthless lives and make no contribution to improve things. We rave, we rant, we agree "that politician is an idiot". Bullshit - you're the idiot who lets him win. You're the idiot who votes for the same two morons in America every season while viable alternatives patiently wait for people to fucking wake up and use their skulls on the fringes. Perhaps it's not you, you. But at the very least, it's someone you know. You're just as complacent for letting him sit there and mindlessly vote for the same dotards.
The dotards thrive on the grand split and the grand idea that one side will triumph over the other, but the truth is, both sides are worthless mentally deranged institutions unique to certain countries. Others have their own issues, of course, but a certain leading "first world country" has some of the most deranged political figures in the world, and I'm not even going after Mr. Orange here.
But who bloody cares. This is just a rant that will be forgotten, and be rendered unworthy of being noted in history. It was written as a pointless time sink by a retarded melodramatic fucktard who never made a serious contribution to society, and never will. It was written by a buffoon as ignorant as the people he decries as ignorant. It was written by a hypocrite, who has a tendency to bitch more than to fix. It was written by a ranter, who had nothing better to do with his time than write a long ass rant that has no sane contribution to the world. Nobody will reflect on this and go "shiiit, this guy's wise" unless it's Odin being a smartass.
Here. Have a pineapple. You don't see it? Yeah, I don't see it either.
