After You


 

Well you can tell school’s out; every youngin with a tablet, smartphone, or a video game is up this morning. Sucking every meter of data out of the fiber optic stream and have been since this weekend. Last night my phone would barely run music let alone stream video. While this morning my laptop still hasn’t woke up, running at dial-up speed, lagging while I try to use a word processor.

The bad part is I pay premium cost to get the fastest speed, the problem is so does everyone else! But you can only flush so much shit down a pipe at one time unless you put in bigger pipes. So I’ll get off my soapbox now and learn to practice patience for the next four months.

Life has a funny way of showing us we are not special, that we are just part of the status quo. The thing is, most average people already know that and deal with it. But there is 1 or 2% of the population that lose sight of that. They literally think their shit don’t stink, or at the very least don’t care if you smell it. They are those that live above the law, because they feel they are the law. And all us other tiny worker ants are just the army of mindless drones that serve them.

I don’t mean to be hard on one specific group, but they are out there. Their authorization signs your paycheck, their rules govern what our government can and cannot do. Some of us like to think we are part of the machine. We belong to the right religious clique or have a Gold Star Membership in the right club. But we don’t. We are just cogs in a much bigger machine called Power. And until you figure that all out, you’ll continue to believe a lie, until one day they come after you.

#MeetTheNewBoss #SameAsTheOldBoss #ZeroSumGame #MindlessDrones #Think

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