“Take your stinking paws off me, you damned dirty ape!”
This is a line of dialogue that I feel compelled to recite mentally when I think of the society of morons that I am compelled to live amidst in this age of intellectual deconstruction. This primate jungle of howler monkeys who hop up and down before brightly colored jersey coated members of their own species while drinking poisonous beverages that demean whatever possible cognitive abilities to the minimum. The same ones who sport their notion of conventional wisdom happily as trolls born of a modern age favoring lumpen agendas of tribal acting out before the blue fire of televised broadcasting in all its many forms. The seeding of all available offspring with offbeat destructive notions of a world on its head moving its feet and quizzical as to why there is never any form of detectable progress. Had some perverse mind of centuries past in a dark cave somewhere came out into the light and suddenly recognized the sun and an ego bound balloon of their own distinct ‘groupthink’ and then went off running to tell the rest of humanity how they alone created the universe. What kind of fools entrust their offspring to these nincompoops? It is a hard task to find common purpose in a world that is obsessed with chasing its own tail for less and less, thinking that it will somehow discover more in the process.