I'm not a pessimist, I'm just mad, that's all. My life has gotten to the point where I can't go to a movie, check out a book at the library, eat a meal or shop for groceries without someone's kid, or horde of kids, wrecking the entire experience and pushing my life one rung further down the ramp of living hell.
I mean, come on. It never ends, and no one ever calls them on it. It's patently absurd and everyone pretends not to see it. There's some kind of collective insanity going on and it drives me absolutely mad, every single day.
Like, here's one for you. People who take diaper clad children into public restaurants. That's bad enough right there; if I brought a bucket of my own waste with me to a restaurant, to sit open and exposed, emitting foul odor and germs, would I be allowed in the door? I'd wager not. But then they take this disease carrying, typhoid mary, subject zero, living incubator and they put it ON THE MOTHERFUCKING DINING TABLE THAT OTHER PEOPLE HAVE TO EAT THEIR FOOD FROM. AND NOBODY CALLS THEM ON IT. I'm told once, my sister did in fact get the manager of a restaurant to make them take their filth-waif off the table because it violates a health code, but it should violate a health code to bring them in in the first place! Here we are, rightly, I might add, banning smoking in restaurants as a health risk, and we have shit piss spit vomit germ spewing petri dishes that only stop screaming, mewling, squirming and crapping to BREATHE sitting in our GOD DAMNED PLACES OF PUBLIC FOOD CONSUMPTION. WHAT THE HOLIEST OF FUCKS IS UP WITH THAT ONE?
Argh. As I said, angry, not pessimistic. I can't bring myself to be pessimistic, because the universe is so damned cold and heartless and uncaring that I can be sure that, if humanity doesn't shape up within a reasonable time frame, we'll all die in some grotesque expression of cosmic power. Every time astronomers discover a new way that we could all die, in fire, in horrible abrupt nuclear searing flame or impact, I smile a little, because now I'm sure, either way, everything will be all right in the end.
See? Not a pessimist. How could I be, when Gamma Ray Bursts exist? Those suckers can exterminate all life in a 10,000 light year straight line from their parent star. All life. Gone. Crispy. It's like there was a God, and he thought lightning was far too blaze for the ultimate smiting. Look those suckers up. They rule.
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I mean, come on. It never ends, and no one ever calls them on it. It's patently absurd and everyone pretends not to see it. There's some kind of collective insanity going on and it drives me absolutely mad, every single day.
Like, here's one for you. People who take diaper clad children into public restaurants. That's bad enough right there; if I brought a bucket of my own waste with me to a restaurant, to sit open and exposed, emitting foul odor and germs, would I be allowed in the door? I'd wager not. But then they take this disease carrying, typhoid mary, subject zero, living incubator and they put it ON THE MOTHERFUCKING DINING TABLE THAT OTHER PEOPLE HAVE TO EAT THEIR FOOD FROM. AND NOBODY CALLS THEM ON IT. I'm told once, my sister did in fact get the manager of a restaurant to make them take their filth-waif off the table because it violates a health code, but it should violate a health code to bring them in in the first place! Here we are, rightly, I might add, banning smoking in restaurants as a health risk, and we have shit piss spit vomit germ spewing petri dishes that only stop screaming, mewling, squirming and crapping to BREATHE sitting in our GOD DAMNED PLACES OF PUBLIC FOOD CONSUMPTION. WHAT THE HOLIEST OF FUCKS IS UP WITH THAT ONE?
Argh. As I said, angry, not pessimistic. I can't bring myself to be pessimistic, because the universe is so damned cold and heartless and uncaring that I can be sure that, if humanity doesn't shape up within a reasonable time frame, we'll all die in some grotesque expression of cosmic power. Every time astronomers discover a new way that we could all die, in fire, in horrible abrupt nuclear searing flame or impact, I smile a little, because now I'm sure, either way, everything will be all right in the end.
See? Not a pessimist. How could I be, when Gamma Ray Bursts exist? Those suckers can exterminate all life in a 10,000 light year straight line from their parent star. All life. Gone. Crispy. It's like there was a God, and he thought lightning was far too blaze for the ultimate smiting. Look those suckers up. They rule.