Nice to see that wit still exists out there, beyond my retarded, temporary home. 😉 <3
But anyway! 🙂 There is a lot of heavy stuff in this video that should make you think about things. We have a lot of work to do, folks! But it will be fun! Let’s just get to it.
It is obvious from the moment you land here from the outer world that the planning of the roads, the reservoir, the interstate management, the parking lots, the neighborhoods, pretty much everything, is deficient. I would be surprised if anyone here studied civil engineering prior to embarking on any of these projects that we are victims of everyday. I’m sure there was lots of glad handing and reciprocal agreements when things were set up initially and people had their bank accounts filled as fat as their own tummies.
I’m having all kinds of special feelings right now. :-)))))
The time has come to rise up against fascism in all its forms. Even in its sweet little, down home, country style. Fascism can look a bunch of different ways. If you work in an office building, you are already likely accustomed to fascism’s hallmarks. There are the trivial kinds, like being forced to use toilets designed for something other than human beings, on a daily basis, day after day after day; the poorly maintained stalls that were not designed by anyone with any care for what experience it might bring and which could possibly be the reality for a person, a lifer, for dozens of years. That would be the worst tragedy, to portray life on Earth as it is presented by small-minded simpletons who are too busy being fat and stupid and greedy and lazy and dumb.
Thank the Earth for mushrooms!!! And marijuana! And other types of antidotes to these miseries that are portrayed incessantly as the only way to live in such a busy, complex world, surely beyond the understanding and enjoyment of the common person.
For me, at least. 🙂 🙁
It’s like a dead day. A day of death, a lost day…. A day of nothingness, just a void to be filled with whatever you can do to ease your mind. I never thought Mondays would excite me as much as they do until I came here by way of practicality, frugality, and stinginess. . . . Because EVERYBODY is awake on MONDAY! :-)))))) But not really, or so I’m told, because, the party didn’t end on Saturday, when the city-folk probably would have drawn their line in the sand and then used Sunday to brush off the doldrums. No, Sunday is a party day, apparently! On which so much excitement and joy is squeezed out of the flock that they can’t bear to make Monday a real, honest-to-goodness, one-hundred-percent workday, on which things actually need to happen, in tangible reality, in concrete truth.
I’ll finish this later. I have a new project to work on and it can’t come a moment too soon! :-)))))) Stay tuned!
