I was laying in bed last night thinking about how peculiar little things like life are.

People who work 9 to 5, the corporate drones, the unthinking ones rather digust me at the moment. Guys (and gals) that readily submit themselves to 3 hours in a car each day and 9 hours at the office seem pretty pathetic. How utterly pointless this life seems to me. Five days a week you get in your fancy car or SUV and drive 90 minutes to work in stop and go traffic. Once at this work you stare at the clock and wait for quittin’ time. Then you drive 90 minutes back to your house or apartment or Mommy and Daddy’s house. You accept your life for what it is and you dare not question it. You disgust me.

You are a prisoner, you are an unthinking drone. You exist for the sake of existing. You keep making that dollar, and keep spending that dollar. Are you making a difference in the world? Do you care? Or are you so concerned with conformity that the thought has never crossed your mind? Or is it the dream of that dollar that keeps you so occupied?

The almighty dollar, the dream of the rich. You work so hard to please those around you.

“My son is stock broker!”
“Oh yeah? Well my son is a Network Engineer!”
“My husband makes A LOT of money! I love him!”

Is your self worth measured by your pocketbook? Or perhaps it is measured by those who accept you? Let’s not forget the clothes you wear or the car you drive–these are the things that really matter in life.

No wait, I take it all back. You mindless consumers are what keep the economy running. If everyone dared question even the littlest of things America would resort to chaos. If you all realized the utter irrelevance of your greedy, fat, consumerist life this country would fall apart.

So to you, the 9 to 5’ers, the blind consumers, the MTV generation, and the morally corrupt–I salute you. You are all model Americans.