Tuesday, May 24, 2011

o the rapture

Children cannot spell.

The political decisions of the country are being worked out by elected representatives who still move their lips while reading.

Children can't expect help on homework from parents, as parents have no facility with the material.

And the most easily led of the Christian sector are secretly praying to themselves that they be allowed to leave it all behind when the rapture comes.

These are all symptoms.  Symptoms of the disease of refusing to think.  Being unwilling to do any mental heavy-lifting when it comes to accountability or decision-making.  Can we admit this?  Ok.  Let's move on assuming you're at least able to privately acknowledge to yourself that you, just like everyone else are NOT a fan of exercising free will.  No?

If I ask you what you want for dinner, you'll say, "I don't know. What do you want?"
You seek the approval or guidance of others with anything more formidable than dressing yourself.

You see, we're moving on.

Your kids are your responsibility.  Collectively, you voted to make it illegal for me to discipline them appropriately for the way you've taught them to behave in public-- so you should be held responsible for the damage they do.

Your actions are the product of your decisions.  If you joined the military, you made a decision.  If you are unemployed, a chain of decisions led you there.  Stop me if you know this stuff.  I'd like to feel I'm not the only sane person around, but I work with the public.

There are a staggering number of fully-grown adults (driver's license and all) who need their hands held in order to find things with signs on them.  I'm tired of this in ways you apparently cannot imagine.  My proof?  If you could, you would have written about it first.  I held off.  I wait.  I listen and watch and I just can't understand it.  I am surrounded by the undereducated.

Are you looking at the ground?  Are you looking at the backs of your eyelids?  The world is very obviously LABELED!!!!!

Things have names, and those names are not their only identifiers.

Street signs, road signs, labels on shelves, labels on items, inscriptions on watchfaces-- everything is for the most part easily identifiable to anyone who supposedly made it through the public highschool system...  and yet no one is looking.

I'm afraid of the implications-- as it's clearly an advantage to be unconcerned with asking for help finding my way around and finding things I need, I'm forced to ask why people are now tending to avert their gaze and sort of soft-focus the world.

So...

Why are people refusing to see what is in front of them with any resolution?

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