Frenzies

Well, here it is, Black Friday, and all of the stupid people are slavering to get out and buy, buy, buy!

Thanks for keeping the economy high, thanks for proving that all of the anger and angst against the Chinese workers and American companies for poisoning our kids and dogs is silly and unfounded, thanks for proving that the gummint people are right - Americans are idiot sheep who have to be herded and led to an opinion.

Yesterday I was offered a job as moderator on one of the blogs I frequent. Apparently my consistency and ability to communicate, as well as my unemotional comments, has earned the higher-ups' respect. This is always the way. People are so impressed by someone who actually thinks and reasons that they want them to help them out, do things for them, take some of their burden. Yawn.

You can see by the comment on "Emotional Vampires" that I was chosen to do a survey for some college eggheads on blogging. As most people, the questions revealed their preformed prejudices on blogs. Apparently they seem to think that bloggers are lonely isolated people who are maybe just a little mentally unstable.

I wish I was lonely. I wish I was isolated. I wish I had mental instability as an excuse. The problem is that I see peoples' machinations, their manipulations, their ignorance, their simplicity and openmouthed gullibility, as so clearly evident that sometimes it burns the forefront of my brain and I don't want to look into the light any more. I am so tired of watching so many folk stumble around with idiot grins on their faces and open hands and arms, while the wolves among us manipulate and cut and slash without ever being noticed or commented upon. The wolves aren't really that bad - after all, aren't they polite and aren't they smiling? Of course they are, you bloody ignorant morons. Why wouldn't they be, when you will sacrifice your own children, homes, families, and lives to them; when the whole source of your existence is made up of your pleasant job, your too-expensive home and car, and insisting that everyone will love and respect you dependent on what you buy for them?

I had a dear friend once whose calling was so noble - to defeat the evil amongst us. He was a brave hero, slashing away at the wolves, defeating them all one by one, and everyone was amazed at him and loved him. He could have gone ever higher, and actually told me he wanted to - not to limit his victories to local ones, but to take on the world! He was strong and beautiful and incorruptible, and literally his aura glowed with a golden light that I had never before seen around any human being. A small minded woman, who could not see what was before her, only that it did not satisfy her needs, casually destroyed him. Other manipulating and eviscerating women followed, and he became like Mark Antony - a strong victorious warrior brought down by a woman. Now his aura is dark blue, with occasional flashes of green when he struggles to hold his head up once more. He is finished. His purpose gone, his abilities dulled, his desires banked; his hands, that once closed over the twin flaming sword hilts of justice and truth, now lie open and sapped by simpering women who bank on his past glory for their own empowerment. The hero is dead, and the wolves gather to feast on his bones.

Meanwhile, the frenzied sheep run from store to store, maxing out their credit cards, hoping in vain hope to find the one perfect gift that will buy them the love they so desperately desire. Skin bags of meaningless emotion and superficial desires, they quickly forget the heroes among us, and move on to the next wonderful bargain, pretending that the wolves do not exist - as long as they do not gaze directly into their yellow eyes.