“Smile!’, says Tuesday Hatred, with a tear in her eye
First and foremost I hate that somebody changed the way this blog is displayed on my iPod. By displaying full length posts rather than excerpts, he or she seriously degraded my established having-a-quiet-shit routine. The only revenge I see open to me is to force excerpts for all my posts henceforward and for all displays. I can only hope that my quiet resistance will be crowdsourced and noted by the people leaders and/or decision makers of the WordPress-for-iPod design teams.
I hated my week-end. It consisted of: one tooth pulled by a dentist that tried to take advantage of my agony to try to sell me two 2000$ interventions (but I will make a stand here as well: no dental repair!), one broken collarbone of the Eldest Son during his second rugby match ever (he finally seemed to have find a sport where he was reasonable at), one broken washing machine with an aqua-stop feature that didn’t stop any water from traveling two floors down (on the bright side: the water seeping through the ceiling alerted us to our washing machine being broken) and, finally, one Daughter in tears because her teacher did not dignify himself to provide his pupils with whether his light detector sign detected light or the absence thereof.
But most of all I hate this bloody constant doom and gloom. I think the world has become collectively addicted to an idea of imminent Apocalypse. To all people who use fear to drive us into numbness I wish to point out that suicide can be the best thing to help the species survive.
‘Love, peace and understanding’, where are the good days where people actually responded to all of this Armagedonnish bullshit with an utterly naïve denial of every single thing a well educated and responsible citizen has been conditioned to accept as self-evidently true. All of the grotesque posturing in media outlets galore to be accepted as the dominant chimp warning of grave danger ahead if we refuse to follow him (him being used in a non-gender biased way here) is ridiculous.
There is no problem for which the solution is not simply the following: LESS WORK, MORE PLAY.
As expressed in the direct contribution of workers to basic sustenance there has been, is, will & can be only one winning strategy: lower worker’s productivity, increase leisure time & a guaranteed basic income.
I hate that I don’t live up to this standard. I blame my brainwashers. But I’m hopeful that I will find a way to disable the aqua-stop these right wing bastards have fitted into my brain.
Whatever. What I want to say is: LESS WORK, MORE PLAY!
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