Rants:

010319.2020

Why wolves howl at the moon.

One of the more powerful side effects of the JFK assasination is that it created a moment from which all who were alive could relate to. The question "Where were you?" had powerful meaning. I was born in 1960. I have no memory of it at all. You might say I'm the oldest of those born without a recollection of that November day in Dallas.

I am from that forgotten 'tweenie' generation. Not really yuppy, not really X. We watched John Wayne on Sarturday Afternoon's in Black and White and bought albums ( and got totally hosed over with quad & 8-tracks ). We were the first to nurse our babies on microwave heated bottles, and we'll be the first to have Social Security taken away from us while there's still some life in us.

Humans are the most skilled in art of sucking life. I realize this is a negative way to look at the cooperative efforts of my species, but we as a species are a hostile organism upon our host. If I was an inquiring mind from another galaxy looking at planet Earth, we would appear like the brown mold that appears on the side of a half eaten apple. Our lifestyle requires carving out Earth's lungs and bloodletting its oil non-stop. Our bi-products make second hand smoke look like a joke. The things we build are but obsessive compulsive vain efforts to prove our superiority over nature. How anyone of this species can call another member wierd or crazy is beyond me. Our species is a strange animal self destructively driven and lead by factitious forces.

Wolves howl at the moon because its too hard to type with toenails and howl at the internet.