It's Quiet. Too Quiet...

So let’s get this straight:

We’re born helpless and vulnerable. We spend five years catching up with our brainpan, during which we spend a lot of time stuffing inedible things into our mouths and messing our pants like there’s no tomorrow. Then, we spend around 13-20 years in education, learning about the insane race we’re being asked to join. Then, we spend about 35 years working full time jobs that we hate. At the end of those thirty years, we cut our salaries by two thirds and take our desecrated bodies to Florida and begin to complain about loud children. About 20 years after that (If we’re lucky) we die.

During that 70-80 year lifespan, we may be fortunate enough to engage in parties, vacations, and hopefully our fair share of lovemaking. It seems, though, that the predominate amount of our precious time on Earth is spent doing things we hate. And every year it gets worse.

Now, thanks to GWB’s bloody wars and dread diseases, people in the 20-30 year old range are learning that even our measly retirement in the future may not be guaranteed. We may have to work indefinitely, trying to fix the mistakes of our forebears and being taxed because of their bad decisions.

But where is the revolt? Where is the outrage? Simple. Most people in that 20-30 year range aren’t paying attention. And that will cost them.

Personally, I’d love to see a world where you’re handed $3 million on your eighteenth birthday and sent out into the open to live life as you see fit, on your own schedule. The global morale boost such a system would produce would immediately bring world peace to the masses, as well as ensure people would never run out of beer. However, until we make contact with an alien species willing to pay $100 million for every lawyer we give them for food, this will never achieve fruition.

In the meantime, I implore the one or two people who bother to read this blog to begin paying more attention to current events. If you’re running low on time, try just reading the things that will affect you personally, which is about 6% of it (Figure pulled out of my ass).