Over Ranted
Because sometimes you have to rant
Screw Earth Hour
01 month ago
Yes. Screw Earth Hour. I’ll explain further, just bear with me a little.
The photo above was taken sometime mid-February this year, and in case you can’t see anything wrong with it, let me educate you: this is the house of a typical Canadian white trash. Mom’s got a minivan because the little shits need to be driven to hockey/school/church. There’s got to be quite a number of failed abortions in the house, otherwise there would be a Geo Metro instead of the minivan. Dad’s got a truck because he’s a man and a man needs to haul two tons of empty steel on the road just to prove his manliness. There’s a motor home – the staple of a successful working family – parked right outside the double garage that can’t hold the cars because it’s full of junk – and that pretty much describes the picture in detail.
I made a point of stopping in front of this place last night, and guess what? The lights were out between 8:30 and 9:30. They were the same everywhere in my neighborhood, all over the places that drew attention in wintertime with their crazy light displays. And don’t get me wrong – I saw houses with thousand of light bulbs, burning day in day out from November until late in February just like this guy. Some of the places still had their Xmas lights up… and March is gone.
So yes, screw Earth Hour because most of those who “participate” only do so because “it’s cool” and kind of shaves off the guilt that stems from idling the engine for hours in the supermarket parking lot, cranking the furnace on high when they’re not at home, using the dryer in summertime… and the list could go on forever. Let me tell you, humans are jerks. And if it’s not them about to lose a finger or a leg, they don’t give a flying fuck. Earth? Screw Earth. I’m gonna buy me the biggest, meanest, dirtiest truck there is and go stomp some nature under my oversized 36-inch tires, fuck y’all! Oh of course I’m going to flick the lights off one hour – ONE HOUR – once a year, who are you to say I ain’t doing my part? Ah, the beer freezer. That there don’t count, it ain’t got no light in it…
Opening remarks
02 months ago
The snow this winter isn’t what it used to be.
I’m sure you noticed it: the power is shifting everywhere, from economy and politics to climate and quality of life. Can’t say for sure if it’s advancement or the exact opposite, but every day we’re allowed to wake up in our beds brings on a different world to deal with. Values we thought set in stone yesterday aren’t there anymore, the powers that were don’t look like the powers that be and to make things worse, it’s getting warmer. Confusing? It is.
But listen, Samaritan lady that volunteers at my local Sobey’s, I don’t need no stinkin’ flu vaccine. Not from you, not from the pharma giant you don’t even know is pulling your strings and from nobody else in general. I carved about four decades through my life without your stupid vaccine, and I sure as hell won’t take it now. I refuse to be a sheep. I refuse to poison my body just because the media tells me a few droplets in a vial are good for me. Certainly, scientists got rid of polio years ago, and I’m sure that particular vaccine was right, but ever since money is made selling these useless shots, did you get us rid of the flu? No, I didn’t think so either. I’ll stick to my hot tea with lemon and honey, thank you very much. Because medicine isn’t what it used to be either – it should be called eugenics now.
A century of comfort and abundant food moulded mankind in a brainless dough, unable to fight for its own existence, preparedness and survival. Out of boredom, “jobs” were created – brokers, bankers, human resources assistants and managers, CEOs, VPs, useless little people thriving on the sweat of an artificially-maintained “middle class” ready to swallow all the by-products a sick brain keeps inventing: the latest Acura model, plasma TVs, the bird flu and the mad cow disease, gas prices, gasoline for that matter, insurance, interest, trendy neighbourhoods, fashion, fur, diamonds and glitzy purses, celebrities, Oprah, diets and Hamburger Helper. Baby food, already chewed and pre-digested is fed every minute through every channel possible, to keep the masses happy and thoughtless. One does not need to think when serving a purpose – eat, shit, work and fight is all that’s to be done. The system takes care of everything else. And when one ceases to perform, the system makes a buck or 100 on the death too, for expensive caskets are being sold and costly funerals take place.
Remember, kids. The system wants you stupid. So quit thinking before they put you in jail for that.