Roachboy:
You’re amused? I’m amused. Can man live on a diet consisting solely of Whimsical Good Intentions? What's the RDA of Unicorn Blood and Fairy Dust?
Masturbatory Story Time: I read Animal Farm in high school. 1984 as well. Starship Troopers. Catcher in the Rye. Flowers for Algernon. I Am the Cheese. Hatchet. All of these important works; several times. Read them first in the public high school I attended where not all students were equal. Then after I graduated from the public high school were not all students were equal with my mediocre grades (because the system was okay with mediocrity, being as not equal as it was) I worked some blue collar jobs such as slinging lumber and running a cash register. Blah, blah, blah… 10 years goes by and boy graduates top of his class from a Major University by using What Is instead of wondering why What Should Be didn’t help out. Stupid in action, I say.
In that example? Of course I’m more equal than others. I was born into a system and made it work for me instead of masturbating about politics and socioeconomic stratification. Why should I care about anything else? I can't change it. I'm low on the totem. And I’m a total myopic prole like that. My only concerns are loading up my IRA, watching History Channel and cracking the top on my next beer. Richard Bachman’s Sanity at its finest, I say.
[insert poorly researched paragraph (rife with run-ons) about how mankind is basically a bunch of aggressive crabs in a barrel; other barbaric things that nobody with soft hands dares to consider outside of the confines of a history text opened somewhere between the Black Plague and French Revolution]
It's okay to have dreams, Roachboy. We all have them. Even dogs dream. I’m not an oracle nor a political genius--I don't work with The Future. I’m just another creature--I work with What Is. Tell me, how often do people with such grand ideals descend from their lofty towers to work with What Is?
Yeaaah.
Hope that made sense. I mean, I have no idea what the fuck you’re trying to say above so I just winged it with the self-righteous tirade routine.
To go from digitally flashing one's tits to an unsuspecting coworker to the moral imperative of those aware of socioeconomic segregation... in 40 posts.
By God... It Is What It Is.
Last edited by Plan9; 04-13-2011 at 08:41 AM..
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