Some people just get it. Take this kid. Strapped into some freakish spinning mockery by his parents and left to whiz through the air meaninglessly, he cries out at the absurdity of it all. His companion, she laughs, knowing nothing of the irony that is her existence. But the boy, you can see it in his face. He doesn't cry so much as rage out primally against what we have become. For what kind of race is man, that can turn the very instrument of his own destruction into a thrill ride for children? A race of douche bags, that's what we are.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
We are not amused.
Some people just get it. Take this kid. Strapped into some freakish spinning mockery by his parents and left to whiz through the air meaninglessly, he cries out at the absurdity of it all. His companion, she laughs, knowing nothing of the irony that is her existence. But the boy, you can see it in his face. He doesn't cry so much as rage out primally against what we have become. For what kind of race is man, that can turn the very instrument of his own destruction into a thrill ride for children? A race of douche bags, that's what we are.
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2 comments:
Pith and wit!! What a treat. I'll be buzzing by frequently.
May? What happened? Where are you? Are you building that self-sufficient little bungalow you were talking about with your bee box in back and grow your own crops? The heck with us?
Come back here and let er rip ;-)
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