The Question is the Answer

I have been told on many an occasion that i ask far far too many questions. Questions about anything, everything and the meaningless stuff in between. I don't see how that could be possible. I believe super strongly that questions, even those that shall remain answer less for perhaps eternity, are the life blood of why we were given the gift of thought. We have evolved and will continue to expand our brain power beyond my wildest expectations because of questions. Asking why is how our brains leap forward in every facet of its function. Social change comes about by asking the tough ones, even though answers may be hundreds of years away. We do not affect change by following those we have elected into "power", listening to those who claim to want change and progress and than strolling yet again saddened and bereft to the polling station when those "leaders" have failed us once more. I do not claim to know how to solve the ailments of our society but I do know how to start...by asking why. Question why our government instills such fear in its country when our leaders should be asking its people how the system should work...why the politicians spend more time wrapped up in elaborate and brilliantly organized schemes of scandal...why the media portrays not just the facts but facts with intent and purpose designed to capture, entertain and distract our world so we wouldn't know the truth if it knocked on our doors and asked us to vote for it. The ability to question the actions of others is a gift not to be taken lightly. We should have more reverence for our talent to ask. We should realize that we have more power than the media screams that we don't. We should remember what it feels like to stand for something and than stand for it. Member? The fifth of November? People asking the questions and demanding the answers and if they do not suffice, we send those who we "trust", to run every inch of our lives back to the god damned drawing board and start again. We've stopped questioning why we are here. If this does or completely does not matter. Why we so willingly sit back in subdued stasis, waiting for our lives to change and our world to fix itself. I question with the hope of answers but more so because the question opens doors to more unanswered thoughts. That's okay! At least my questions keep me flexible. At least my questions keep me from acting any way other than I should. At least my questions keep me occupied so as to avoid the thoughtless path of action so many other fools take. Why aren't the people in power asking questions? Where are the questions for us, the people of this land? They have become so entrenched in their lies and deceit and scandal that they are lost to us and most, like a good soap opera, follow along and speak of the latest travesty as if it were the sunny day upon us. We have taken the bullshit that's been set upon our plates and gobble it just as greedily as the bullshitters have dispelled it. Why are we not asking anymore? Are we so lost? We must start some where...so I ask, Why are you pretending? Let it go...start anew, find what is most important and ask...for Christ sake, ASK!

Everyone's Stupid But Me

I feel as though I've wrote about this elegant topic before...perhaps it's just that I've thought about it for quite some time or that all of my rants consist of some form of stupidity or another. Why is it so easy to hate...and so very difficult to love? Maybe, as most of my revelations are, it is just my inability to project happy wovey dovey feelings because of the way in which I was raised, but it seems like hating on others is so effortless, it's practically fun. Maybe that's why it's so easy...cuz it seems so fucking enjoyable. I hate because I don't understand. I cannot fathom how stupid the world has become. I see so many examples of sheer unadulterated stupidity everyday that its presence practically overshadows any other occurrence in my life. I see stupid people driving...jesus christ there are bad drivers riding rampant paths of destruction through our streets. Idiots walking are just as prevalent; Stupid people eating, talking, laughing, shopping, and several other verbs that carry us through our daily existence and equal to nothing. Why do these people not understand their obvious level of retardation and just stay home? Or, take a perhaps harsher yet I think more positive stance and strangle themselves to death in the comfort of their dingy basements...unnatural selection. Sure it sounds awful, I can hear you judging me, if you morons understood what I just said...however think how much better off society, nay the effing world would be without you dolts running around mindless and numb ruining every system set up to aid you, (although without you to begin with we wouldn't require said programs), scarring those individuals who attempt to understand and pity you, and breeding as if your genitals owed you money, spawning yet another generation of ridiculous human beings who understand not and care even less...WON'T SOMEBODY THINK OF THE CHILDREN?!? I think that's the worst part: People who should be having children are not or even as far as incapable of doing so, while the retards run a muck with thirty idiotic offspring to generate only more hopeless thought and action. How do you people function without falling down? Honestly. It sounds funny but I think a legitimate question. Not only do i work with stupids all day, I am forced to serve the stupids and somehow that degrades me to a status painful to think of. I find also that these people who seem more prevalent at every turn of the head, is that they are less respectful and obscenely more rude than the normals. I believe their lack of brain function either does not permit them a conscience or their ego driven existence forces them to be hostile and filthy to others they perceive as an intellectual threat. I am also super cute so that could be part of it. Why are these people here, and I use that term "people" very loosely. Troglodyte shells of energy stored in a cast of skin and bone...amoebas have more sense. Are they created to make us 10 percenters feel better about our selves when the world seems to tear us down? Do they transform my world of brilliance and perfection into something I can complain about cuz I don't have enough to do? Have they the ability to evolve and learn and grow like the rest of us and I should cut them some slack...even attempt to help them advance? Are they purely a joke sent by some mischievous force for endless mocking? Maybe, they are here for me to evolve and learn and grow from...to be more tolerant, compassionate and forgiving? Than again, maybe it's just Camrose.