We Have Fallen

 

Seems to me that we [humans] have no qualms surrendering all or part of lives to corporations. We gladly hand over our keys to greed, hoping that once money is out of the equation, there might be some respite to it all. And, unfortunately, that respite will never come.

We handed over the keys under a deluge of information and a quest for vanity. In good ol literature they wrote about the craziness people went through to find the fountain of youth. We have Facebook, Instagram, Google+ and a host of other social media sites positioned as tools to help us stay closer to one another (and truly there are the very few that use it for that). But most of us are happy posting news of the fantastic night we shared with our pet while watching reruns of Dancing With The Stars.

Vanity is my favorite sin

Greater words have not been spoken, that ring true about this generation. And truth be told, I do not stand on the sidelines wagging fingers. However, with all the recent changes in Terms of Services [Instagram, December 2012], and the very few people who are driven to action even when they are told their information will be sold to the highest bidder must lead you to wonder. Is this truly the beginning of the end….or are we there already!

Beware of Signature Gatherers

I hate signature gatherers. Can’t even walk down the street for lunch without someone pestering me for a signature to save Grumpy Cat. Here I am trying to enjoy my 60 minutes of freedom at lunch and what do I have to walk straight into? Signature Gatherers with their fluorescent jackets occupying the sidewalks waiting to pounce on everyone that goes by.

With more people ignoring them, however, these folks have gotten more aggressive and sneaky. Ever dealt with the guy who walks towards you with his/her palm out expecting a handshake? What’s up with that. I don’t know you. I don’t know where your paws have been. Get away from me! Then there is the “Hey, what’s you name” ice-breaker tactic. Tough luck sweetie. I don’t even talk to my mom and she’s related! What makes you think I’m going to take time out of my limited lunch break to talk to you about saving the penguins up in the North Pole (everyone knows there are no penguins in the North Pole).

Look, maybe it’s the economy. But times are tough. I don’t have time to worry about the balance of nature, saving the dolphins, equal rights for pets. Who gives a shit. I’m having a hard time trying to get my voice heard on things that actually matter to humans – like the plan to defund Planned Parenthood, Legalize Pot, Equal Marriage Rights, Raise the Minimum Wage and the freaking Fiscal Cliff. Animals are just not high on my priority list right now.

For God’s sake, can’t you see I’m desperately waiting to cross the street just to avoid you? Can’t you see me looking down and avoiding looking even in your general vicinity? Can’t you see my emotions change from blank to “I’m gonna knock you out if you take another step? And why the devil do you insist on occupying the entrance of every joint in the neighborhood that means a damn to me? It’s not like there are other ways to enter, so step aside b***h. No I’m not gonna donate blood. You know why? Coz you annoy the crap out of me. I’m a  nice guy and I like to help but maybe, just maybe, you’ll have better luck if you don’t try to piss me off before I can give your cause a chance.