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You.
You gaze idly at the carnage around you, sigh, and go calmly back to your coffee and your People magazine.
I drink coffee, People magazine is for illiterates.
You can’t stop buying useless crap, though you’re drowning in a deepening pool of debt.
I don't have extra money for useless crap, but I'm also no in debt.
You think you’re an activist because you bitch all day on the internet, but you reelect the same gangsters at a 99% rate.
No, I actually do active things on occassion, and I can't vote, so wrong on both counts.
You consider yourself informed because you waste a significant portion of your life watching the same three news stories cycle over and over again on your gargantuan, aerodynamic television set while you eat processed food.
I eat fresh veggies when I can, don't eat processed shit, don't like the corporate news, and own a respectable tv.
You really thought everything would be okay if Kerry won.
And I would be mostly correct.
Not only do you believe in an invisible man who magically farted out the universe, you also excoriate and marginalize those who disagree.
Wrong again, beastie.
You have a poorer understanding of your country’s foreign policy history than a third world peasant, but you can’t wait to see what Julia Roberts will be wearing at the Oscars.
Good lord, where do you get this?
You cheer as Ukrainians challenge an election based on exit poll data, but keep waiting around for someone else to fix your problems.
I don't expect anyone to fix anything, except the mechanic I pay to fix my car.
You can’t think, you can’t organize and you won’t act.
Yes, I can. I'm not a great organizer, and I pretend to care all the time at work.
This is all your fault.
No, it's your fault, you're the one making generalizations about people unfortunate enough to click on your opinionited site, expecting them to agree with you while you sip on your shitty beer and take the occassional pull from your Marlboro reds.
....wait. DAMN!
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