Infinite power at play, infinite power gone wild, stripped of creativity and thrust into modern day slavery known as a job, a thankless job with poverty wages while nine digit numbers (xxx-xx-xxxx), aka humans feed the nefarious one percent.
The lucky numbers die of old age with a body ashed by fire, then spread across the seas and joined by an eternal spirit that knows only pleasure, music, love and laughter; everything the opposite of life on Earth.
Dreams of eternity where money is obsolete, youth and beauty pulverize the damnable one percent and every child is safe. (Fate is as cold as ice, why are little ones born only to suffer?; Neal Peart.)
"I don't have pet peeves, I have major psychotic F****** hatreds," George Carlin said.
The above phrase suits me fine.
If big money and world leaders had soul, all transportation would be electric and solar, and not a single person on Earth would go hungry http://articles.latimes.com/2008/jun/23/opinion/ed-food23, unless they were anorexic. (forschurr.blogspot.com; July 11, 2013, "There is A Solution To World Hunger.") Housing and higher education would not be insanely priced, wars would be a thing of the distant past and nuclear weapons would only be used to stop potential asteroids from colliding with the Earth.
Shifting through the sands of uncertainty has lead me on a path of mystery and the hapless reality of greedy governments destroying everything good and making life almost pointless. The dreams of youth are the regrets of maturity and when death finally arrives, delicious dreams may forever shroud evil and begot a world with no leaders or followers.
Now that I'm done venting I can move on to my next abomination and watch tonight's preview of the NBA western conference finals between the San Antonio Spurs and the Golden State Warriors.
