So long world. We may as well put an end to it now. What's the point? Maybe the sowers of discord have been right all along. Who knows? They have convinced that this time they are right about the end of the world being near. All diseases are conspiring to overwhelm us for our hedonistic indulgences!
The sword of a substance breaks records. Millionaire monstrosities behaving like minimum waged third world labourers. Thus, ending a season of fun for those who pay them. The state of a beastly pop culture that pimps to the lowest common denominator has become all too widespread and unhinged. The battle of the baby boomers doom and gloom is at our feet. It's them against? Democracy needs to be saved from the grips of lies. And why oh why must I witness sex sleaze profiteers talk with a conscience?
Why do I need to read Dante when all advertisers want to give power to the hack that considers history's derision? Why should I pay the price for another person's ignorance? Why should matters of good taste and fine art making be put on the back burner for the person who seeks only immediate self-gratification? That only sees worth in the aesthetic? 'Wow, did you see that movie? What broads, cool killing and swearing. Great flick, you must go see it!"
Why does it seem that only the opinionated have a medium to which they can spew their crud? Everywhere I turn we are apparently in dire circumstances. Everything is inverted. Everyone oversteps their sphere of expertise and boundaries. Sports writers pretending to be history teachers. Engineers are option traders. Common folk are foreign policy experts. We abhor our own traditions and praise all others.
So, with this good-bye, world. I retire to the slumbers of my private world. But first, I need to go and take advantage of swell deals at The Bay. 40% off!
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