What is life but the pursuit of death?

I'm definetly having one of those weirdass days where it feels like your brain has been entirely hijacked by a mutant combination of the Id and Superego that single handedly pulverized the Ego into one bloody, well balanced pulp.

Get it?

Don't have a coronary if you don't, I daresay I don't either. Heh.

The nice thing about this strange place of existence I've suddenly found myself smack dab in the middle of, is that it managed to keep me from going off the deep end on one of those hellish days at work that make you wonder how funny it would be if Wal-Mart suddenly made itself an armed satellite built from parts bought at wholesale prices from struggling third world countries, with which to blast their pesky competition off the ugly face of the universe.

And yes, I am still ever the Minon of my Beloved Best Buy.

It was just so horrifically busy.

You really can't blame the American spender for wanting to collect more electronic junk with which to waste their lives with. After all, the alternative-real life-isn't much of an incentive to back away from the man made light and walk with humanity.

Cause lemme tell you, right about now, humanity is hauling themselves off to the post office to send off their green papered lifeblood off to Officials who are working around the clock to waste it.

You call it democracy?

I call it legalized theivery.

Call me bitter, but what if I have no intentions of collecting social security? What if I used a miniscule amount of thought and knew that there probably won't BE social security by the time I'd be old enough to collect it anyway.

And what if I find it a little appalling to find myself in a state that uses the greens of the people to build private parking lots for fast talking business owners with the good intentions of a fired missle locked on target, and every summer pick a perfectly good road to tear down and put back up just for political grins and giggles.

Oh yes, I'm sure ten miles of endless orange construction barrels are enough to make anybody burst into fits of laughter. Especially when you're late to work and the normal 65 mph speedlimit is shaved down to a measly and meager 25.

Excuse me whilst I channel my inner snail.

Perhaps in the grand scheme of things, democracy in any degree is better than full blown anarchy, but I'll be damned to see Hell freeze over before I believe some facade of a human being with a fancy title telling me that the current state of goverment is anything in the realm of good or perfect. Rightious, or ideal.

I'm sure there is someone out there who would rapidly proclaim their undying patriotism at my statements, and proceed to go on and on about the state of the rest of the world, and how we are a beacon of hope and example from sea to every gun barrelled shining sea. I'm not going to say that my life is worse than someone in the midst of starvation and warfare; dictatorship and rutheless oppression. Quite the opposite. Comparatively speaking, my life is bearable. Inconvienent, perhaps, and hideiously annoying to my very core, but indeed, bearable.

The point?

I live here, not there.

Perfection is in the perception. Every once and awhile it seems that the perception in the minds of those that so humorously call themselves representatives, gets a little skewed. Off. Distorted, if you will, in the wake of ideals and inflated egos. The needs of few taken care of by the many who's needs are often forgotten and ignored. These few who can preach and proclaim on soapboxes that don't belong to them. These few that often ignore seperation of church and state, and law with biblical teachings. These few that look with tearful eyes upon the statue of liberty, as an icon of the Melting Pot of America, where only Christianity is considered on the currency of all, and the very whisp of a middle eastern thought might get you shunned to the sidewalks, left to stand and bear the cold stares and rude outcrys from the fearful intolerant ones.

Don't take that to mean I've anything against Christianity, just don't come running to me screaming about how wrong abortion is because "God says life begins at conception". If that at the very core of your beliefs, feel free to abide, but I'll be damned to the hottest circle of any religion's hell before I accept a law being passed on such a basis. Morals in goverment it seems, never really take into consideration the American Athiest.

Why?

Try gettting elected in this "tolerant" society with that as your listed "religion" (or lack thereof) of choice.

It's all a sick cycle of utter dissappiontment. The masses sink low, the ones on the hill somehow sink lower. Heh. Woot, and all that newfangled slang rubbish.

So yeah, I understand the mass hoardes crowded around the video game displays, DVD aisles, and $3,000 plasma TV's, all while I'm untangling wires from a heinously complicated home theater setup only to realize that the system is broken and whoops, I'll just have to put the thing back the way it was and grieve for those two lost hours of my life when I can finally take a moment to realize that I actually still exist beyond this blue shirt. It's escapism on a societal level.

Still sucks.

Dammit.