the longest time, Another Brick in the Wall by Pink Floyd
was just another song I'd sit and enjoy while drinking half
a bottle of vodka, but today at work, ironically, a thought
caressed my brain cell. *I* was a brick in the wall. In fact
of us here, and all of you reading this, we are ALL just bricks.
I can't quite figure out what the song is exactly about, because
I don't smoke banana peels dipped in LSD or whatever it is
you fucking hippies do, but to me it means that my existence
is purely for the benefit of others. Alone, I am useless
put me together with other bricks and we help support people
who can't or won't support themselves.
I'm jaded and bitter. Fuck you
let me rant.
job. What I do is not important, but without me doing my job
very rich will be in the uncomfortable position of getting
a task done that requires some sweating. Rich people don't
sweat, unless you're Rosie O'Donnell. I am hired so that rich
people don't have to actually WORK. I'm sure as hell not getting
rich doing what I'm doing, but someone is, judging by the
prices they charge customers for this shit I'm making. Don't
ask what I do. I couldn't begin to explain it and you couldn't
begin to understand it. I help make things that go in different
larger things to make other smaller things. Leave it at that.
I wear steel toe boots, I smell like a sweaty fat guy when
I get home.
job is to make someone else's life easier. Now, I'm ok with
that as long as that other person is my wife
but if that
other person is some SUV driving, golf playing, cell phone
ringing during a movie, yuppie cunt assclown
want my life back. No, I don't have a receipt.
rich get richer because they have money to invest into profitable
ventures. I'd be a rich yuppie cunt too if I had money to
get started. Real Estate, my boy
REAL ESTATE! And Plastics
world would be living in shit covered huts and throwing spears
at shadows if it weren't for Plastics. (And dynamite
that's another rant.)
here I am, a middle class brick in a middle class wall. Who
needs this wall, anyway? Rich folk. Why do they need it? Poor
folk. The rich folk don't wanna deal with the poor folk's
so there I am, protecting the rich folk from any
duress caused by being removed from their cushy lives at the
ski resort, plastic surgeon, golf lodge, or whatever it is
those scum bags do with their money.
folk. I talked about them before here.
Earlier I mentioned how our job is to support those who can't
support themselves. This applies to both the rich and the
poor folk, and all of us bourgeoisie bricks get the lovely
task of working for both of them until we die. Call me a Marxist,
if you must, but I can't help but feel a wee bit robbed when
I put in 50+ hours a week so that crack heads in prison can
get free cable, welfare whores can spawn their brood, and
politicians can fuck interns
and then kill them.
these people have no morals? Do you think they are capable
of feeling remorse? No
because that would require free
thought and logic. Ya wanna know the best thing about free
thought? It's FUCKING FREE! Free shit rules. When yer whole
life revolves around pleasing others with your hard earned,
and heavily taxed, income, ya kinda get a big fat boner when
something free comes your way. Grab that free shit and use
was I? Oh, right, being oppressed.
am I supporting these people? Who appointed me "Savior
and Protector of Those Who Can't Be Bothered With Trivial
Things Like Working For A Living" and how do I get demoted
to something a little less stressful. Demoted, what the fuck
am I saying?! I want a promotion. I wanna be "Chief Executive
Ass Inspector" for Larry Flynt's empire of smut. A job
that would pay me to look at butts
the only thing that
could be better would be if I got the summers off to follow
Jimmy Buffet on tour around the country. Yeah
from entering into a lucrative life of crime, there really
isn't much anyone can do to change this aspect of our world.
I guess you could play the lottery, but that's just another
way all of us bricks are being abused. It's a voluntary tax.
Keep holding that carrot in front of the donkey
keep chasing it. Us working folk, we're the donkey, the rich
man is the carrot, the poor man is the cart. I fucking love
analogies, can ya tell? The donkey (hard worker) has the idea
that with some effort he can get a reward (get a rich carrot)
for pulling the cart (the poor folk get a free ride). Make
sense now? There will be a test on this
take notes. Something
else to be gained from this analogy: Eat the Rich.
best part is when either of these life sucking groups has
the fucking nerve to complain about ANYTHING. They have an
easy ride, courtesy of you and me, and they DARE to say things
aren't FAIR? I don't know what more these subhumans want,
they already own, can buy, or are given everything they need.
How much blood can they possibly drain from us? When I was
a useless punkass teenager, minus the pimped Honda Civic and
booming stereo of course, I never understood why adults complained
so much. Now I know. The world sucks
and no amount of
ranting is going to change that. So the next time some group
of wankers is going on about some stupid shit
them that no one has it harder than we do. When you have calluses
thicker than the rich Corinthian leather of a 1978 Chrysler
Cordoba, only then will you have my permission to *think*
about *maybe* saying something sucks.
is the part where you say, "Get to the point!" I
don't have one. Life sucks, get used to it.
irony in this whole "brick in the wall" epiphany
I've had: The Free Masons control everything.