posted on Apr, 1 2010 @ 01:16 PM
Why the hell did I reincarnate here?
I hate everything about this planet.
I hate the people. I hate how the people treat each other. I hate how society here has been hijacked, and turned into a materialistic world of
greed, violence, and sex.
Obsessed with the latest fashions and trends, people don't even care about each other. They just want to serve themselves. There is no "service to
others." If that's our spiritual goal here, it's lost on me why we should even try. It's not worth it. The physical race of this planet is not
worth saving. For all I care, all of these reincarnated souls can f off.
I hate the sky. If it's not littered with the contrails of our metallic abominations, it's littered with billboards, advertisements, and huge
screens that order us to consume. They tell us what to wear, how to act, what to think.
I hate the ground. If it's not littered with our McDonald's fry boats and paper cups, it's littered with advertisements that order us to consume.
It's littered with buildings of corporations that serve the purpose of a few greedy individuals, and nothing else. The buildings themselves are
littered with advertisements, and consumer products that are ultimately meaningless.
I hate sitting at a desk for 8 hours a day. Humankind started off as a hunting and gathering species. As technology grew, we slowly forgot that we
actually needed to be active to survive. People blame the obesity problem on the chemicals and foods we're force fed by the government today. It's
not just that. It's the fact that we sit in cubicle's for the majority of our lives printing out spreadsheets, or saying "Yes" to greedy bosses.
Answer calls from moronic consumers who think they live in a dual-party society. All of these people deserve the worst possible hell at the end of
their incarnation here.
I hate our society. In a dog eat dog world, nobody wins. And those who win, have metaphorically "eaten" those who lost. So what do they have
left? Their 50 ton SUV's, their big houses, and their million dollar bank accounts. So what's the point? There's nothing left after that. Rich
people might as well kill themselves.
I love our animals. Don't get me wrong, I can down an 8 oz. filet...but our innocent companions are inhabitants of this world as well. Whether you
believe they have a soul or not, the lack of care that is shown towards symbiotic lifeforms is appalling. Let's take a rich Marketing director who
hunts for sport, throw him in the woods, without a rifle, and let the animals hunt him. Then we'll see how quickly he finds "God."
I hate our authoritarian figures. Most of these overweight, overpaid fools are misguided souls, just like the rest of the world. Obsessed with
power, and obtaining as much of it during their short lifespan here; they cause pain, suffering, and misery for innocent bystanders. People who
haven't done anything. Most of them have psychological problems as well.
I hate the needy morons who won't change anything. These people look for handouts from the "government" at every turn. Every day they're asking
for more and more so they can participate in the consumer cycle that has them enslaved in the first place.
I hate this godforsaken solar system. Devoid of intelligent life, including our own planet. I hate being lied to by our own agencies, who cover up
the truth of what really is out there to protect the ancient lie of Jesus.
But most of all, I hate myself. For not being able to change anything. For being locked into this endless cycle of hell. For not taking the time to
realize the fallacies of the world sooner.
On the other hand;
I love you guys. Comrades in the fight against corruption. The fight against evil. You people mean the world to me, and I hope you can find peace,
and do better than I have on this terrible rock.