Monday, June 21, 2010

Why?

(Written during a difficult time.)
That broken monitor reminded me of how pissed off I should be. Because we got a bunch of pricks in charge who don't care about us. And they have made a maze out of the whole world and we are little field mice, scurrying about, stepping over each other, unable to break out of the maze. The only respite is to buy something. The maze forces us into one store after another. That's just fine with those nice folks in charge. What's good enough for lab animals is darn well good enough for us!

We don't exist to them except as numbers in a bank account, and they can work with any number. Doesn't have to be a positive number. They use the negative ones, too. All the numbers. As long as they're numbers. That way they can see the wealth passing from our hands into their hands. That's all they look at. That's all they ever think about. Our fine business leaders. Are we ever smart for letting them control everything.

And when they want us to spend faster, they make the products stupider, so they'll break sooner. If they have no concern for the intelligence of their consumers, they'll be quite up front about their design flaws. Often, however, they conceal them where you can't get a good look at them - until you need to.

I've never been interested much in economics. It's fucking boring. A total waste of humanity. A fucking puny way to look at the universe. And golf bores me to tears. The best I can do is to accept it as a necessary evil of my time, but, hopefully, not of the future.

At some point someone's going to come along and straighten this all out. It's a god damn mess. The economy is a joke. Inflation is a joke. Look at gold prices now. Look at the price of a home. Why are these pricks still in charge?

Because it's more secure that way? At least it is if you can afford to buy gold. Me, I'm going to try to find that treehouse I built back in the 70's. Must be worth a couple million dollars by now.

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