Another year gone. So
what. Who cares. The mere fact that we stupid human beings
have designed the calendar is proof of our idiocy. More ways to be lost in
time. More ways
to be forgotten, to forget, to never excel. More ways to be reminded of all the time that
you wasted sitting in traffic, eating tofu, and masturbating. Time gone. Time lost.
Nothing can be done to reclaim it.
Nothing can be done to bring your life back to a state it was when you
felt healthy and alive and … important.
Most people
in the know use these last few days for reflection on the past year. They open up the books on the last 364 days
and question events. They look at life. They examine the news. I guess they hope that somehow this will make
their lives more relevant. That somehow
attaching some imaginary tangent onto the event gives them a sense of nostalgia.
Since I’m
not intellectually gifted and therefore not in the know, I can’t look back and
see the wonderous beauty of it all. Again, who cares.
Instead let
me remind us all of the future:
War with
War with
Terrorism
More laws that restrict your freedom and the eventual acceptance that we
are in fact communists.
That’s your
future. Thank god for drinking. Thank god for drugs. Let the New Year’s party begin.
True life
begins at the bottle and eventually ends there as well.