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If Only I had Something to Blog About

Hi World,

I'm about to offend you but read to the end anyway.

Let's talk for a second. There are problems and more problems and all of them have solutions but we've been too lazy, too overwhelmed too whatever to implement what we know will save the planet, end hunger and clean the oceans.

            

We're supposed to be intelligent beings but we seem dead set on putting survival as the last priority on the list.

Children learn good means reward, bad means punishment, teens learn morality to be what benefits the self, adults what benefits those they care about, Leaders are supposed be guided by what benefits their community, the highest state of consciousness is said to be putting the good of the world first.

I apparently skipped a ton of steps in my moral development. At five I learned the world was overpopulated and thought then I won't have kids.

  

(That not everyone thinks that way boggles my mind.)

Dating made me question the decision not to have kids, and gradually I talked myself into one maybe two at most, thankfully it didn't happen before I fully matured and could no longer have fruit of the loins breakfast of slavery.

Yeah I know that's offensive to say but I really do see parenting as being subjugated to needs and wants of little irrational terrorists.

Don't get me wrong kids can be funny, cute, cuddly whatever, but my dog will never turn into an out of control teenager or pay a therapist to fix all the things I messed up.

Recently I learned there are NINETY-NINE humans and domesticated animals to every ONE wild animal.

That's backasswards of what the world needs. We've been an invading virus into every ecology and ecosystem on planet earth. That's messed up. Living outside of harmony with nature makes ZERO sense.

We need balance for not just other species to survive but ours as well. I'm not saying go on a killing spree, but I am saying snip, snip already!!!! Make distributing and taking fertility drugs a class A felony. We are messing with mother nature and if we don't stop we're signing our own death certificate.

I'm pro legalizing all other drugs. Around the world, it's been proven to reduce violent crime by an astounding 80% and those with drug addictions are able to get help and have better success in overcoming addiction because they have better support and are able to get help easily, and it actually decreases drug use and takes power away from criminals.

Tax the heck out of those drugs and you have a tax budget to pay for healthcare and sterilization for those who can't afford it.

I think government policies should be guided by what works not religious and moral sensitivity. What's wrong for one person is not necessarily wrong for another. Like I'm deathly allergic to peppers but it doesn't change the "fact" jalapeno poppers are the best food at most parties, at least parties that aren't serving chocolate covered cream puffs.


I miss food. I'm hungry... doesn't mean everyone is hungry which means I might be wrong about everything I think. For all I know I might be a schizophrenic cat in a crazy ward on a planet ruled by dogs writing this with imaginary ink, two stones and a pigeon.

Which is why I can look at people with a gaggle of kids and say hey, you're awesome.

No one really knows why we're here and what all this is for. Maybe we are here to make babies, destroy the world and eat nothing but deep-fried twinkies and newborn giraffes. I don't know.

As long as there is a shred of uncertainty about a belief it should be easy for people to get along. All this fighting and arguing doesn't make a lick of sense. I have my opinions, it doesn't make me right or wrong, just makes me a thinking individual.

I truly believe only an individual can determine their life's purpose.

I want to set up voluntary sterilization clinics that will pay people to get snipped around the world and create a trust fund that will protect a hundred thousand acres of rainforest for a hundred years. So I'm working towards that.

I also want to change the prison system and get work camps set up for NONviolent criminals so they can pay off their debts and not live in constant terror of being brutalized by the worst of humanity.

The list goes on and on. I doubt I can accomplish half of it, but I will never stop dreaming or trying.

        




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