The quality of my life has been declining since 1917, and I bet yours has too.  But what is this?  You want me to prance around like a monkey and celebrate the fact that the Earth continues spinning like an automated child's toy?  Well no thank you!  I have a tip for you bleating sheep: the Earth has been spinning since before talking monkeys started to keep track of it, and it will still be spinning when said monkeys have killed each other off.  Whoopity-doo!  Dance into your graves you fools.  The only thing I celebrate is my seemingly never-ending supply of painkillers.