Your World Is a Dumpster.

Heard an arguement about purity. "You wouldn't look for food in a dumpster. Sure that food is _mostly_ good, but a little bit of rat poison will kill you." OK so I mixed two metaphors there.

Well look around you dude. Your whole world is a dumpster. The resturaunt is serving high colesterol calories. So try the next one, mmm. Flip the channels and bask in the c-rap. Look at the obits, and see all the wasted lives. So many work so hard for so little. If you happen upon one tiny diamond, try to brush the m-ud off. So rare.

Imagine what went into bringing that knock off plastic doll to the dollar store. Meetings, designing, test models, sculpting, machining, molding, chemistry, painting, printing, packing, shipping all that way across the ocean, ending up on a hook in the dollar store. The kid who gets this for Christmas is not even getting second best.

Have you produced something that good? I know, I know, a kindergartener could make modern art, but really-- go to your kitchen, you workshop, go ahead, I'll wait. Make something good. I bet you never made a better doll than that one which will live forever with the mountains of trash that we produce daily.

You're no better. Your world is a dumpster, and you're satisfied.

P.S. I know you don't get it. But it had to be written. Don't tell me what music is good; I'd rather ask Lawrence Welk. You are sooo far off; Chuck Norris knows more about good acting than you ever will.