Oct 29, 2008 07:37
Its strange how sometimes, the most distant and unfeeling things can catch your ear.
In the universe's most anti-stereotypical twist of fate yet, though the military is the pinnacle example of discipline, lately I've hardly had the control to get myself out of bed.
To be honest, who ever conquered the world without getting out of bed? It'd be a feat, but it won't be me. Gaining control of my own facilities would be the first step towards global domination.
If I vote, it'll be for Obama. I'm not sure if I'm going to though, because it does show support for a... unorthodox system. Electoral college means- Your vote doesn't count. Statistics show! More people voted for Al Gore, but he didn't get enough points. Sorry Michigan and Florida residents.. your vote is only 0.8x as valuable as a Californian's vote.
A couple of times over the course of this journal, I've thrown out the concept of taking over the world with an army of robots. While weighing my options, I still think an army of machines incapable of disobedience or betrayal would still be the perfect vehicle for any takeover, these robots may not necessarily be for combat. How about construction? Control the whole food chain, beginning with mining the ore, to turning it to steel, to building things out of that steel - pay zero dollars labor the whole way up - I'll put every fleshbag out of business.
Yeah, it'd collapse the economy. Sorry guys, economies based on currency are kind of outdated... Don't worry, our animalistic brethren will move on soon enough.
What if communism WASN'T the answer though? People have said, communism won't work because people are greedy. Because everyone wants to feel better than somebody, and without capitalism, without competition, without having someone to look down at and laugh at, then people won't be fulfilled.
I don't think everybody is like that... and everyone that is, will probably be burned in the fires of revolution. Unfair? Maybe, but necessary.
I did indeed convince myself to lay off the snooze button, and here I am building the proof that I did so. I think maybe a little healthy expression will help me not be such a nutso anymore.
Sadly this whole journal will have to be burned... Maybe. Probably. This whole "blatant disregard for authority" part does not go over well with big brother.
Remember folks, this pitiful life we lead in this fragile fleshsack is but transient and temporary. Until they solve the telomere problem, and believe me, when they do, I'll be all over it. 6,000th birthday, here I come.
The furious forms of life
Our days are never coming back
The cannons of our time
Our days are never coming back