...and the idiot shouts down from his ivory tower

now the bastard doesn't want you to take this the wrong way but...

i don't care about your dog...

i don't care what you are listening to on spotify...

i don't care how many reps you did today...

i don't care that it's leg day...

and the bastard doesn't really want to read your daily affirmations about how good god is to you.

i don't wanna hear it.

now let's pull back...

this ain't yer fault screw...

i read this article in the times yesterday...

via gawker of course, because i'm lazy and i'd rather read some guy rant about it instead of reading the actually piece...

because who wants to read the sanctimonius talkey talk from some guy who earned 420 million dollars off of selling his "pre netscape" web browser telling me how we, the common folk, should live with less...

however...

he's not wrong...

we should live with less shit...

it leaves you more room for your smug sense of self worth...

also, it just shows that you spend less and in barry's economy, i need to be spending less.

but...

for some reason, having some really wealthy guy telling me what i already know about scaling down rubs me the wrong way.

call it righteous indignation or perhaps it's just that i've become comfortable disliking the rich or moreover the people that have what i do not have.

and perhaps that's petty but, the bastard is petty.

but let me get back to the beginning here...

after reading this times piece, i started noticing the little things that i'd like to see less of.

like how many reps you did...

or how many retarded daily affirmations hashtagged #truth on instagram...

or any of that nonsense...

there's just alot of it out there and i'm wondering if it's time to bury myself in a hole or take a vacation from social media altogether.

then it occured to me how many times i have taken the above photograph from my balcony.

has to be at least 1200 times...

so now, i'm part of the problem.

one time the nice lady and i had a disagreement when the boy pointed at a starbucks sign and said, "that's daddy's coffee"...

and we spoke at length about her problem with name brands and the pervasive nature of advertising in society and how she wanted no part of it.

and i agreed but with a proviso...

there's nothing you can do about it and expect to be a part of society and that you might as well burn all of your designer clothes, toss your cellphone and ANY technology that delivers information for free and start walking to a cave somewhere in the middle of kansas and sort of live like the amish but with machines that have no brand names.

it's a quandry.

i'm gonna root around my desk now and look for some whiskey

—the bastard