The world as a whole is nearing total and irreversible doom. So says the brainwizards running the "Doomsday Clock". This is due to the increasing threat of war with Iran, North Korea and China as well as the global warming threat/crisis.
With the clock registering a mere five minutes before midnight, it is closer now to midnight than immediately following the end of World War II and the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagisaki.
What does it mean, though, for Joe Bag O'Donuts and Suzie Soccer-Mom? The optimists will say that things have been worse and a whopping five minutes remain before they are pushing up daisies. Through hard work, these crises can be reversed or the situations at least improved.
Pessimists, though, have a far more bleak outlook. The doom and gloom crowd is busy having all sorts of unprotected sex with strangers and possibly even cousins they find attractive. They spend their days in an alcohol and drug-induced haze knowing (in their minds at least) full well that if the end is near they are going to live it up. So they piss away their rainy day fund because the only thing sure to be raining down when that clock strikes midnight are bombs that will surely spell the end of civilization as we know it. They are gorging themselves on tasty, not healthy, food. Oreos, potato chips, full-calorie soda. They pass out in a food, drug and alcohol-induced sleep each night before even brushing their teeth.
The optimists, though, are thinking ahead about what they will plant in their gardens this year as they look on in disgust at their neighbors abhorrent behavior. They shield the eyes of their offspring from the appalling behavior taking place in their neighborhood. The children know all too well that it is not normal for people to pass out naked in the snow clasping a half-empty jug of fresh from the washing machine moonshine.
So goes life, though. The rosey optimists hoping for the best and the gloomy pessimists knowing that they are fucked and living thing up in rockstar fashion.
2 comments:
You know I would rather not be Pessimistic or Optimistic..I rather just drink some moonshine, which by the way my boyfriend (from West Virginia..Just for give him he's a country boy) my boyfriend was telling me in WV they get moonshine and put fresh cherries in it for a month...a month and then the moonshine taste like wine...
Not such a bag gig hu?
Nothing wrong with being a country boy, I grew up in the country too but have yet to taste some moonshine.
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