Everyone is Stupid

I think I have come down the root cause of our current economic troubles / world issues / societal problems. Everyone in the world is retarded. With the possible exceptions of Noam Chomsky, Lex Luthor, and whoever invented the McRib, everyone is waste of space. Everyone else could be replaced by an adorable kitten and the world would most definitely be a much better place.

I have recently traversed the United States, traveling over three thousand miles with my favorite person, and realized that the whole country has gone to shit. Now I know I am only 22 (although I turn 23 on the 23rd so here comes my golden year) but I am pretty sure I have enough experience to realize we are a failed experiment. Do you ever think about the first ape-like ancestors coming down out of the trees a hundred thousand years ago and wonder, "Where the fuck were the sabretooth tigers that day?" They could have gotten rid of all of us, gotten a filling lunch, and we never would have inflicted Dashboard Confessional on the collective conciousness of the universe. Or, if you are religious, do you not wonder, between extended periods of not thinking, why God didn't look at the millionth person to maim a child and think, "Well, screw these guys," and use his equivelant of Omnislash to lay waste to all of us mouth-breathing takers?

I guess what has actually been getting under my skin is the sense of entitlement that we all have. We are just living things, created from carbon, just like the animals and the trees, but we refuse to acknowledge that. Beyond that, most of us refuse to acknowledge that other humans of different skin-tone or nationality are actually deserving of the same dignity as ourselves. I saw a quote in the paper the other day where the Prime Minister of Britian was talking about upping the military prescense in Afghanistan since they were "still a threat to freedom." Really? Those guys thousands of miles away using cold-war era planes which don't work in the rain are a threat to Britian? Ok.... And America uses over fifty percent of our budget on either new military conquests or maintaining troops throughout the world, yet we wouldn't dare allow another country to do the same. At the same time, we are now in the middle of a raging debate which mostly centers around us not having enough money to help people survive, feed people, or curtail our rape and pillage of our planet. It's like standing in the middle of a burning down house but saying you can't afford water to put it out because you have to spend the money on guns to rob your neighbor.

Atop that, the job market is promising. Everyone has leapt balls first into the technological revolution with no idea of how to actually use the technology. I have attempted to get an application for a local grocery store, Fred Meyer (which I already hate because of the dumbass name). But the store has not paper applications, however, they thankfully gave me a phone number to call. The phone number also wouldn't let me apply, not would it let me talk to a human, but an automated voice did let me know that there were multiple positions available at the store I was wanting and that I must apply online. So I get online, which tells me there are no positions available, there is no way for me to just leave a resume with them, but I can inquire within the store.... and we wonder why all our jobs are going overseas. Maybe because John Q. Chinese doesn't suck at his job.

I've also tried Blockbuster, where I thought my casual knowledge of movies would be helpful. Apparently not. Besides the fact that I am pretty sure there is a 200 pound weight minimum to work there, knowing anything about actual movies is apparently not encouraged. The dumb bitch working behind the counter didn't know who Terry Gilliam or Christopher Nolan or Batman were, and didn't understand my indignation at Eternal Sunshine being in the comedy section. In fact, things have gotten so desperate that Meghan and I are attempting to apply at local Starbucks (of which there are a million). However, online, when I attempted to click location, instead of giving me a list of states, it supplied me with a list of EVERY FUCKING COUNTRY IN THE WORLD, which was as specific as I could get. I sent in my application to be part of Research and Development in Afghanistan.

I am so going to threaten Britian's freedom.

train wreck

Sometimes I fill my head with a cacophony of idiocy: videos of creationists on lead vocals, MTV's "reality" shows on the lead guitar, Girl Talk playing as the rhythm, and the mutterings of the people I live with bleeding through the walls like a dense beat behind it all. Maybe I think I can glean some sort of knowledge from all this noise, like I am Veidt, suddenly coming to the crashing conclusion that the only way to save the world is by destroying a large part of it. Of course, with the trash I am filling my head with, I only get half way to that conclusion.

I do believe a large part of the world should be destroyed.

So does this make me a sadist? Probably not. Just a glutton for punishment. My opinions are edified whenever they meet an opposing force, so I love hearing people who I disagree with. I love mentally ripping apart their arguments like I am a reverse surgeon engineering death, making microscopic cuts with my scalpel, all eyes desperately waiting for the heart monitor to go long. So maybe a bit sadistic.

I also think anti-social would be a good descriptor, although the connotation doesn't fit. I am great a social interaction. I can meld opinions and bend ideas and all sorts of awesome things like that. But even though American society fits me like a glove, I hate it. I hate the fakeness and the lies and the deceptions and most of all that "you-are-not-good-enough-you-won't-be-happy-untill-you-have-all-these-things" mentality. That capitalist mindset. I don't know what sort of society would be better than capitalist, but I know that I hate it.

Anyway, I think my rotten mood is because Meghan doesn't have her cell phone. And since she doesn't I can't talk to her, and since I can't talk to her I feel cut off to the one person who keeps me from going bat-shit crazy all the time. I miss her and love her and it is in a desperate pathetic way. And I don't care about that.

So...yeah...my name is Mat and I am a sadistic pathetic anti-social. Oooh! ooh! And I don't believe in God! But I can get there later. Now I am going to try to make a picture worthy of the awesomeness which is this blog's address.