The clock is ticking away the days sunrise by sunset and, lo, here I sit, a mere shell of a murmuring watchdog wasting away beneath the cruel eyes of father time as he counts every grain of sand in my hour glass, falling like an anvil into the unending desert that is my past. Does a dead man get restitution for his wasted time, all spent or lost on idle things as idle hands do nothing of any particular value?
He does not.
Instead he must live, or rather, die with the fact that his time on this Earth has been spent puttering about like a brainless cow, sleeping and grazing, sleeping and grazing, never changing its routine, always lacking in self substantiation and self worth, believing this to be life and everything around it to be the only reality that exists and never daring to deviate from that path.
I AM A FUCKING CHIMERA EATING POOR FARMING FAMILIES IN THE HILLS! While the wealthier man feels safe behind his walls, a security not offered to most of the middle class, a security that would certainly only hinder my progress should I hunger for something with a richer taste, ho-ho. Only an imbecilic watermelon would believe that the physical walls he builds around himself will protect him from the evils of society should I rear my head and howl at the moon when I go a-hunting.
And all of the religious people speak about righteous judgement and burning in hell, while they also speak about loving thy neighbor and coming together in peace and harmony. Bullshit! That's Complete Bullshit! You LIE! You LYING LIARS! YOU Write the rules for your God to lay out, which hardly makes him a God in the first place, and then consider yourself a morally sound person while you shit upon the heads of those who disagree with you like so many pigeons in downtown New York because you want all of the old woman's popcorn for yourself, you fat swine.
JUDGE NOT LEST YE BE JUDGED, unless you have some misplaced sense of moral superiority, because then all bets are off.
WE ARE AAAAAAAAAALL Gonna burn in whatever fictional pit you believe in, every last one of us, because sinning is only human, and there's no wiping away the blood on our hands. Now, I know you're thinking you have no blood on your hands, but you do. We all do. We all are inadvertent murderers, we kill thousands of people every day because we choose to ignore it and pretend like everything is okay. That's only human, murder is only human, selfishness is only human, after all. Even the beloved Pope and his galloping gaggle of child molesters, if there is such a thing as a just and higher power in this world, will be stricken down by so many locusts and floods and smiting. That is, of course, assuming that such a ridiculous being exists, who would even remotely care about such a pathetic race of creatures so far beneath it as to be less than ants.
We as humans love to assume that a God would even care about our existence, let alone interact with any of us on an individual level. It makes us feel special, but in reality, you're just riding the figurative short bus. Only a moron would even assume such a thing to be true, let alone state it as a fact of our meager existence.
JUDGE NOT LEST YE BE SHUNNED!
For Santa Clause is always watching, and he has a list, and is checking it twice, gonna find out who was naughty. Nobody is on the nice list. That's why Santa doesn't exist; he's dead and we killed him with all of our negativity. He was probably killed by insurgents or something while flying over Azerbaijan. Look that up, chances are half of you couldn't even point Azerbaijan out on a map.
That's because our education system is an affront to all things academic. We like to preach leaving no child behind when in reality we're just moving the idiots and lazy assholes forward in life without ever teaching them proper etiquette or knowledge. Then they'll become angry and bitter because all that awaits them is even harder stuff the next year when they didn't understand the stuff from the previous year. It's like having your cake and eating it, too, only, when you eat it, a clown runs in and slaps you in the face with a balloon animal filled with cement.
Of course that's because we're wasting bucketillions-that's buckets filled with ~illions-of dollars on the military so we can go and bomb places like Azerbaijan. Look it up. On a map. Your homework today is to point out Azerbaijan without using fucking Google Earth, you putrid orangutan. Also, recover Santa's remains from the insurgency before they figure out how to reverse engineer flying reindeer and the spirit of Christmas. This country would be fucked if they figured out how to harness the spirit of Christmas for themselves, "Oh, no, not our consumerist holidays masquerading as a holy time of year! Say it isn't so!"
It's so-so. Que sera sera.
Did you actually read this whole nonsensical rant?