The Saddest Thing

The most heartbreaking thing, has got to be watching a mother and daughter wait for a father that never shows. They are sitting in the food court downstairs, silent. They have both finished their plates now, except for one that lays there untouched. They obediently watch the escalator as it spills every new laughing man into the consumption court. The mother perks up suddenly, mistaking someone who almost resembles her now long-faced daughter's father. The little girl looks at me staring at her and tries to smile. Her entirely dedicated mother takes her now and patiently empties the full plate of food into the garbage still looking over her shoulder. I sink in my chair.


Trying to put it out of my mind, the hispanic pair re-appear again at the upper level, looking down at the sea of noisy downtown clerks and fashionistas chowing down, who are completely oblivious to the sad spotlight around them. The daughter's deep dark eyes are watery now, but still hopeful and I think... if he showed right now, their lack of faith and trust in him would be pushed aside by their joy. Their enduring love would probably forgive him again. Amazing.




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With that said, the only thing sadder than this has got to be: PEOPLE WHO POST VIDEOS OF THEMSELVES ON YOUTUBE UNBOXING ELECTRONIC PRODUCTS. You are the scourge of the internet.

Eugenics

There are many states of consciousness, some more favourable than others. Unfortunately the ones that are encouraged most by governments across the world is a very depressing one, because it is the one that permits 10 billion people to repeat insignificant Hollywood bullshit mental diversions, and live together with the least conflict.

It's an astonishing feat getting 10 billion people to live together, an accomplishment for sure, even if most of them are altered to states of zombie-ness. But for the ones that would rather live a day ruling as a lion, then live an eternity as a monkey, the modern age really is getting lame.

I can say without a doubt that the prevalence of drugs today are a genetic recall or longing for the primitive days where primitive unrestrained behaviour and lifestyles though frowned upon by attempts to be civil, peaked our senses. Those experiences, though suppressed, good and bad are still alive in our blood and genes riding like wild horses with the wind in our hair aching to be free. It is not wrong or right, it is just what we feel while sitting in our drab domesticated four walls. It's just the inevitable result of being put through the pipes of the machine for the sake of building up the compression necessary for profit. The meat and potatoes of our frustration powers the hydraulics of capitalism, and fuels our need to see other frustrated insubordinates in the rock star politician media.

Hence Rob Ford. Hence whoever proceeds him. This is the pressure release valve of our strangely manipulated genetics and times.

In response to "Sleepwalking to Extinction"

I'd like to take a moment to comment on this article "Sleepwalking to Extinction", and many, MANY others like it because they are getting annoying and repetitive without sheding much of anything new on the topic. And like reliving the movie 2012 over and over again, I think the authors enjoy it too much.

I, like many others will say before me, have gone through unprecedented times of change. Since my humble childhood on the farm, there has been so much dialogue, everyone looking for a solution to our capitalist sickness when the fix for mass exploitation might be right infront of us. There was always a solution, but it was one we hated to hear like the voice of your mother, or your great, great grandmother from beyond the grave saying "I told you so". We are so doped up on everything that has been used to buy us, and lead us down the yellow brick road to the urban pleasure-island center, that we have reached this state of complete and utter denial. Lost somewhere in this virtual digital fantasy, reveling in our ramblings, we convince ourselves that we don't know the answer... when we do! We do know the answer!! Dig deep down there in the basement of your mind where you havn't been since you tied an old rubber tire to the branch of a tree for fun, and they sparkled your eyes with jetson-like visions of the future and whisked you away. The humble, simple folks in the coutryside that raised your food all this time while you raved about your egoist grandeur and inventions that would someday liberate us, but has only managed to enslave us more. Yes, you know it, it's on the tip of your tongue. Spill it. Yes, these redneck rubes will give you the antidote to your troubled existence without quoting from the lexicon of higher priced learning.

But it involves bending over and getting your hands dirty to raise for your own selves!   OH THE HUMANITY!! Going back to basics will be like rehab for the world coming down off of a century long wild drug binge. We were all farmers once, and thats where we will all inevitably end up again. It's time to go home! If you don't go willingly, mother nature will see you to it after the cataclysm then close you in your bedroom and say. "Mother is always right" <cringe>

The cult of cool

Never before has the cool industry been so dreadfully plastic and awful. All these egotistical, insincere loudmouths battling for some glow in the limelight... and now the politicians want to be entertainers too with their he-said / she-said scandals!!  But there was a time when cool wasn't a manufactured product. A subculture of young thinkers, who dream the impossible into existence. To think that John Lennon was still alive thirty some years ago.. now all you hear is Bieber this, GAGA that! Where is the main man, that boss that will fire everyone that dreadfully sucks at their job?? Where is this person?  Please fire all the people that control the radio and ensure nothing original ever makes the cut, please fire everyone in government and all these political hacks turned "scandal-entertainers" that answer to no one. Fire everyone in the FEDERAL RESERVE, fire the person who first started making amendments to the first amendment. Fire the guy who drafted the rules of engagement, and the first dairy-free ice cream dessert.

When you hear people talk of the "original cool" it insinuates that there is nothing original about the modern day manufactured counterpart. Like what the cover of Nirvana's Nevermind depicts, "cool" has been privatized and is now only attainable for your children with some shoddy materials manufactured in China, for a bloated price. Your beloveds from an early age will be taught to worship the new manufactured version of cool on TV, and how to follow it's perpetually changing store front mannequin. Is there still room for young individuals with real thoughts in this environment today?  A mental space un-phased by mental tranquilization, and corporate influence when it starts from such a goddamn young impressionable age? At what point was it decided that the original cool was such a threat to the natural order of things? Are we still capable of being rational loving parents for our kind? Then why do we apathetically submit our most precious loved ones to the most mindless commercial prey,  of our own sick machinations for capitalist profit? Why do we work so hard to raise our own, only to hand them over on a silver platter?  Here they are! Do what you will with them!!  Just make sure they earn six figures when your done with them !!!

One must ask.. are our children even ours anymore ??

Need a Banging friend (translated from chinese classifieds)

This is funny, translated with google ..

"My family Bichon bought in pet shops.. Purebred Bichon.. Now a year and a half.. Want to find a gun Friends of estrus.. (Pregnancy irresponsible)... The best way to get a female small Bichon... To make friends.. Long-term cooperation... If interested, please contact me: 5145571880"

2012, the end of an era

Hollywood has a tendency to sensationalize things, and much of 2012 can be attributed to what happened in Hollywood, or in politics which are both becoming more or less part of the same American blob. As 2012 draws to a close with the best 3D movies playing at the theater, and the apocalypse behind us, one must stop and wonder how much of what will be remembered in 2012 was real. With this awesome, emerging industry materializing in 3D/VFX, film, music, and entertainment it's becoming clear where the future is, and it has something to do with virtual worlds tingling our pleasure centers with new technology and manipulations while sitting in the comfort of our homes. It has something to do with intravenous feeds. It has something to do with generating a lot of hype and incentive for a constructed artificial place, while seizing control of the real world through military force, then sitting back to watch if the masses take the bait and migrate away from that scary world outside that is all too real to bare. It might even be an industry you are being paid to create.

As we stare through our plastic polarized goggles into the comfort of a future screen that promises to control what we see, and separate us from the pain of real experiences, we should think of 2012 not as the cataclysm that never was or delivered us from bondage, but the end of an era where matching socks, symmetrical haircuts, and general conformity was an option. A time where boredom was permitted long enough to allow an attention span great enough for the smallest form of enlightenment. A time where the buildup to slavery still permitted humanity in all it's raw ugly dirty beauty, to breathe. Where a population of homeless were permitted because of the shared belief that you can never build a perfect society that each and every individual can bend themselves into. A time where corporations didn't have complete dominance over what we see, say, eat, and believe. A time when submission was an option, and freedom of choice was more or less generally accepted.

Try not to think of 2012 as the end of the world. The apocalypse is behind us now, and the beginning of a new age promises the best of surreal unreality. You will never venture outside your "living-room" again.

Attempting to understand the right wing mind

If The Matrix were a right wing film then the agents would of been good guys. Like when Agent Smith says "Have you ever stood and stared at it, marveled at it's beauty.. etc" It's that oddly optimistic, desperate notion that the direction we are headed in has the potential to not be a complete and utter disaster... that money will find a way home. It's the weird twisted idea that all the wars, pollution, packaging, pre-meditated pain, propaganda, and manipulations of the masses are necessary for social progress. For human evolution. It's a belief that keeps knocking at your door with age with the intention that you will eventually let it come in for a warm cup of coffee.