IF IT'S BROKE, WHY BOTHER FIXING IT?
It amazes me how we survive as a species without our various infrastructures imploding on us at any given moment,rendering us neanderthal (that's tall with a silent "h" by the way) grunting away in our dismay that the bison is once again...raw.
We are constantly inundated with messages trumpeting our "great technology" and the reality of it is,when it works,it's nothing short of a miracle from god.
Take my recent foray into high finance,for example.Everytime I turn around,there's been another "mistake" made,which amounts to:they don't know what the fuck it is they are supposed to be doing.
I had to research and provide the "requested documents"...because they couldn't seem to get it right. My success at this was greeted with a kind of backhanded resentment that can only be compared to solving the equation in math class the instructor couldn't solve,and for the effort,said instructor hits you in the head with a chalk laden eraser. Ouch.
Nothing works like it's supposed to in this country...look around yourself and it becomes painfully clear...Insurance cards don't run properly,when you try to activate a bank card (after the bank cancelled your old one a day before they called to tell you it was) you get a "processing error" and are directed to the issuing bank,then the system hangs up on you with a "thank you" that is more along the lines of "fuck you...bwahahahahahahahaha!!!!".They spout 24/7 service and you get snubbed by a fucking recording and have to suck on it until the issuing bank opens at 10am the next day,completely ignoring your immediate need for a rocks with no salt.And when you do call the next morning you're thrown into an automated labyrinth that leaves you,at best homicidal and at worst curled up in a fetal position crying like a bitch.
God bless america!
When they finally do straighten it out,they act like they've done you a favor...this is gall beyond fucking GALL...they want YOU to be thankful for a problem THEY fucking caused.
Not right,I tell you,it's not right.
So,meanwhile,back at the cave, you try to describe your day and it disintegrates into so many grunts and clicks with a smattering of spastic facial ticks and hand gestures...and you know you have arrived...
That is until you turn on the news...
And the gravity of it all drives you to a rooftop with a pile of rocks and some sharp pointy sticks.
Nagwaa too-mock indeed.