The Onion is Now Reading My Mind
As I awoke the morning, here's what I was thinking:
U.S. Populace Lurches Methodically Through The Motions For Yet Another Day
The wall-eyed, slack-jawed U.S. populace, beaten down into a state of near-catatonia by the relentlessly deadening banality of their joyless, insipid lives, dutifully trudged through the motions for yet another emotionally blank day Monday, sources reported.
Against all logic, the nation's citizenry, their insides withering away with each passing moment, somehow managed to continue filling out invoices, shopping for footwear, loading dishwashers, eating Whoppers, pressing buttons, watching reality-based TV programs, vacuuming floors, engaging in conversations about petty office politics, riding buses, sitting in traffic, mailing letters, and tending to the little rubber mats people wipe their feet on as they enter the lobby areas of vast, windowless industrial complexes. How they managed to do it, no one can say.
The populace's minor victory of continuing to participate in the meaningless charade that is their lives, sources said, was rendered all the more futile by the inescapable realization that they must do it again tomorrow, and the next day, and so on and so on unceasingly until the day they inevitably die.
Source - The Onion
Those folks are obviously intercepting my brain waves and converting them into text. If I weren't in such a state of perpetual, brain-numbing somnambulism, I would sue.
Cheers. - Frank
U.S. Populace Lurches Methodically Through The Motions For Yet Another Day
The wall-eyed, slack-jawed U.S. populace, beaten down into a state of near-catatonia by the relentlessly deadening banality of their joyless, insipid lives, dutifully trudged through the motions for yet another emotionally blank day Monday, sources reported.
Against all logic, the nation's citizenry, their insides withering away with each passing moment, somehow managed to continue filling out invoices, shopping for footwear, loading dishwashers, eating Whoppers, pressing buttons, watching reality-based TV programs, vacuuming floors, engaging in conversations about petty office politics, riding buses, sitting in traffic, mailing letters, and tending to the little rubber mats people wipe their feet on as they enter the lobby areas of vast, windowless industrial complexes. How they managed to do it, no one can say.
The populace's minor victory of continuing to participate in the meaningless charade that is their lives, sources said, was rendered all the more futile by the inescapable realization that they must do it again tomorrow, and the next day, and so on and so on unceasingly until the day they inevitably die.
Source - The Onion
Those folks are obviously intercepting my brain waves and converting them into text. If I weren't in such a state of perpetual, brain-numbing somnambulism, I would sue.
Cheers. - Frank
Feel The Power Of The Mark Side
Raising a child is akin to knowing you're getting fired in 18 years and having to train your replacement without actively sabotaging them.
What if they're not stars? What if they are holes poked in the top of a container so we can breath?
Raising a child is akin to knowing you're getting fired in 18 years and having to train your replacement without actively sabotaging them.
What if they're not stars? What if they are holes poked in the top of a container so we can breath?
What if they're not stars? What if they are holes poked in the top of a container so we can breath?
'I hated every minute of training, but I said, 'Don't quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion'
-Muhammad Ali