True and complete madness

some things drive me to true and complete madness, like a starving man tortured with pictures of food, or a thirsty one given images of water, and it’s this;

There are a few dozen fat billionaires currently setting up their lives, they have nothing better to do than build rockets and fund AI. Ruining lives is all they do.

Meanwhile there’s a piece of woods sitting out there for $106,000 and if I had it I’d be a lot less angry at life. I could build a little cabin on it, and a pole barn, and get some stuff done….. that amount of money to one of these billionaires is less than they make in a week…… insignificant. and this is what drives me to true and complete madness. I would have to work several lifetimes for it, they don’t even notice they have it.

I don’t want the money. I don’t want a new job, I just want the acreage and the woods to lose myself in…… but instead I get to watch humans lose their jobs to machines.

It bothers me as well that sometimes people actually have the affrontary, the bare faced guff to ask me to my face how they can help, and I can tell them in detail and it wouldn’t matter. Why do people even ask?! Why not ask how they can amputate the feet of bigfoot, whilst they dream?!

Oh madness, you are a warm blanket in a sea of cold heartless and unreasonable people. It’s all a lark, a laugh, this life, and the joke is on us, the disposable and useless mass.  The useful people probably know what the punch line is. We are here to make them giggle, to make them chuckle and wag their finger at the silly silly fools who thought that the economy would EVER deliver for them. Foolish foolish clowns we all are.

I’m the clown prince of cheese, in case you didn’t know, a high honor one would think.

All I wanted was to go back to school for a stinkin masters of social work, was that so much to ask? YES! IT WAS SO MUCH TO ASK, MORE THAN THE ENGLISH CHANNEL!!!

FRAPPACHINO!!!!

jokes on me, it always is.