Sunday, July 18, 2010

The Aerial Spraying of Prozac

I have most recently decided that the people should be "crop-dusted" with Prozac.
It seems that many of the people in this fair hamlet find it commonplace to call the law and make complaints such as:

"some whore" selling his belongings to buy meth for their household.
Now... he told the officers that he knew sLehe was buying meth for his and her use, he just didn't realize she was pawning and trading his belongings for the drugs. -- A bit retarded I feel. The man was actually shocked when they returned with a search warrant.

That was more of an instance of dumb criminals but lets explore further, shall we?

Alex Duncan of Houston Texas allegedly beat his 6 year old son for not going to sleep.
The father is accused of punching the boy in the chest, allegedly when Duncan didn't see his son with his eyes closed trying to sleep.

At this point, only a be-heading will help that guy.

What is it that goes on in the minds of people who commit such heinous acts?
What in them allows them to think that this sort of thing is ok?

The boy actually lived with his mother, and was merely visiting his father for the summer... and to think of his poor mother who expected nothing less than her child to come home to her safely...
Duncan's girlfriend, who allegedly witnessed the beating, faces a charge of injury to a child causing serious bodily injury by omission.

What woman in her right mind could stand by a man who is capable of punching a child?
Again, my heart goes out to the mother of the child.

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I find it incredibly dreary to wake up in a world so devoid of compassion and a general kindness and respect for ones' neighbor. What ever happened to turning the other cheek?
When did people forget that patience was a virtue?

We rush and stammer constantly, always in such a rush to get no where so quickly.
It has become so horrible out there that it is no longer every evil deed making headlines... more often it is news of the month when something heroic takes place.
We are trapped in such hellish and chaotic times that we've begun to chronicle simple kindness' and what does that say about us as a society...?

I could sit here and rant about " the future of our children" and don't get me wrong... I think we are fucking it up for our children...
But what about us, what about my generation...Our parents laid the foreground for the revolution and raised most of us with the belief of free love, free thinkers and mysticism... The old "what is blue is really green?" or "What if up , is really down?" Meanwhile my generation is completely fucked because all the while they were stoned off their asses and three sheets to the wind...practicing that free love, and drug exploration shit... MY GENERATION raised themselves on "fruit by the foot" and "Ramen Noodles" wandering about, weaving in and out of half naked adults who can barely stand. Almost gives you an explanation of why exactly most of us have no morals or self-discipline. It is certainly no excuse... but in a round about why for me personally, it provides me with an explanation and a brand of enlightenment.

I suppose that concludes this boorish rant.

Monika Signing off here, reminding you to live spherically!






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