I perpetually mourn the death of logic, reason, and common sense. I beleive that these three virtues have not vanished on their own. But were killed. Politics, and soul destroying beurocracy are the culprits. We however, were one hundred percent complacent in the killings. Distracted with obtaining “things” and “status” we were, and still are, guilty of. There will be no resurrection. —Just another rube
This article appears in Nov 12-18, 2015.


I agree with you up until the resurrection statement; I am living proof of that…!
Actually we have never lived in a healthier, more peaceful time. Don’t give in to fearmongering.
About resurrection, Ghost Jesus. How many grilled cheese sandwiches did you have to appear in before you could resurrect yourself? Just curious. And are you transparent or translucent?
I don’t know about you but I try to use logic, reason and common sense every day. I suspect that many others do as well.
The problem is that our society is becoming increasingly integrated and global and so there are more and more conflicting interests. That makes it harder to reach consensus. Hopefully, our collective institutions ,such as the UN, will mature and start to make some of the tough but logical decisions that need to be made. Otherwise, we will be in deep doggy-doo!
I am ethereal. And that’s Meaty appearing on those sammies… bastard’s always taking my fame!
https://i.guim.co.uk/img/static/sys-images…
^^^
Again, Meaty…!
I am and shall be the one I was and always will be.
I disagree. I think media-culture made everybody unimaginably and unforgivably retarded, neurotic, emotionally-needy and socially-crippled… anyways…..
On a lighter note, here’s an ethereal and dreamy soundtrack so we can pretend our larvic mammalian lives actually have real depth and meaning…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hmyJzIsiaS……
I just love seeing the poor workers at Tim hortons tired weary eyes as my Audi’s vibrating seat relaxes my poor aching white ass, Its hard being at the office 7 hours a day Monday to friday.. Growing up was so embarrassing when I was seen driving moms Cherokee to school instead of dads BMW 320i like I wanted…. Going to school was rough, I had cheapo 300 dollar Jordans American eagle hoodies and was always just sorta cool, Hated my 13 dollar school cafeteria lunches too, Never sat in class hungry like that ghetto trash girl in English…… Why couldn’t she get good grades like me, She had the Mr Noodles my parents donated to the food bank, Lots of people have it worse then her, Not me of course though….She’s lucky my dads willing to pay her mom 50 cents more then minimum wage….. Doesn’t she know how much better she has it then people in China… Didn’t her mom eat lots of vegetables and proteins while pregnant with her, I mean its only like $400 a month to eat organic healthy food…. I wonder why she never went to university like me, Its only like 45,000 dollars? You can barely even get a Mercedes for that…. She should have worked harder and she could have been someone, My dads best friend had high expectations of me when I came to work at his business after all, Why do all these poor people think they need cell phones and meat, I feel we need to become more like China, We finally got rid of the last 30k a year trash on my street last year when my boomer parents jacked up the price of their houses and sold them to rich foreigners, Now we can pay those working class losers what they are worth, 12 hour a day carpenters can enjoy a beautiful luxury house trailer, Its almost the same size as the garage….. at my cottage hahahahha Poor people need to lower their expectations, The prices of Audis are going up and I already cut one of my 4 yearly trips across the world a year out…. Its hard on everyone, My cottage still has stainless steel appliances from 2009 in it and the ice maker always messes up I am white and rich and I’m suppose to deal with a troublesome cottage fridge, While poor people go around talking on their iPhone 4 like they matter? Reduce the minimum wage and taxes for the poor 180k a year folks like me….. lmao let my imagination run wild on that one