Why I am so angry at the whole human race.
All the time.

Why I am so angry at the whole human race.
All the time.
.
.
"If" the universe has any form of consciousness.
.
And "If" that consciousness wants to avoid dying.
.
Then it’s the only option is to create life.
.
Then the only option is to encourage and manifest a self-aware, self-conscious life!
.
That would progress far beyond our present state…
.
Such future beings will be able to defeat Entropy and allow the worried Universe to save Its own skin!
.
Like an ageing actress. terrified of growing old and trying to save herself from dying of natural old age!
.
This Universe may have manifested or created life as a last-ditch survival attempt!
.
We are not servants of a genital conscious universe wanting harmony and balance.
.
We are instead a last-ditch attempt by a terrified universe desperately needing us to create conflict and chaos and to pull into clumps both physical and spiritual energy, and keep it moving around!
.
Yesterday's single-celled amoebas,
.
Are today's species that can make Nuclear Bombs!
.
Today's species that can make nuclear bombs,
.
Is tomorrow’s species that in a billion more years may well be able to reignite the very stars themselves!
.
Potentially…
.
.
Only Potentially
.
.
But sure…
Let us all argue over ‘rags on sticks’ instead!
On the mere minutia of the aesthetics of skin colour and of sexual organs and on any personal consensual fucking preference’s…
Like the silly self-destructive child race that we all are.
.
Sure, at one point this was simply the cute growing pains of our species figurative teenage years
But post-steam-age it now comes across as ‘far less cute’, and far more like 'dangerous arrested development and gross immaturity' of a species, that by now, should both know and do better!
.
My worry is
That if we STILL have not learned to love and accept each other by now.
After all these thousands of years.
At this extremely late stage.
That we may never do!
.
Babies in diapers may be cute,
However, …
A 48-year-old man in a diaper going “Goo! Goo! Ga! Ga!” is no longer cute!
.
.
Imagine you had a child in your family,
A child that you love,
A protege,
A genius.
Bursting with the sort of potential that could eventually save the universe from its entropic heat death and reignite the stars themselves...
.
Now imaging that child pissing away their future by not studying, not going to school, taking a load of drugs, and simply not bothering to care about their future...
.
Imagine, that child wantonly destroying themselves
While waving your concerns away with a sulky shrug of
"Whatever!"
.
Imagine how angry and frustrated you would be with that beloved child of your family!
.
How much you might scream and shout at them!
.
You may tell then that you are “done”
That they “Might as well let their whole world end”
But that is only tired frustration talking.
.
Still,
You could never really give up on them.
Not really.
Never really.
Ever!
Because despite all the enraged things you may rant at them,
.
.
At the end of the day, you still happen to love the little bratty shit bastard!
.
THAT is why I am always so angry with you all!
With the whole human race!
All of the time!
.
From the potential of a species with the ability to reignite stars themselves and save the whole universe one day…
From the potential of a species that may be far more potent than any presently conceivable deity.
You instead trash our living space until our species become entirely extinct!
I am witnessing our brilliant child protege species,
Huff vile bile cosmic glue in their home-made dumpster
.
That is why I frustratingly scream at times
FUCK YOU ALL!
EXTINCTION COLLUSION!
NHIALISTIC MASINTHROPY NOW RULES!
JUST ALL DIE, ALLREADY!
.
NOT because I really mean it.
Only because I want you all to, at last, get your shit together!
And nothing else works!
.
As much as it pains me to admit it
I am stuck with loving you all.
(I do not want to!)
.
.
And I am helplessly watching us piss ourselves down the drain…
.
.
So, Yes I DO get angry!
If I did not care
I would not, could not, get so, Mad!
So, enraged.
So, tired…
So, very, Very, VERY tired…
.

!
About the Creator
Ross E Fortune Lombardi
Writer and Artist.
A (Constantly Failing To Be Funny) satirist!
Mutare non est meum
Cantus moriar
BLOG:
http://lombot.co.uk
You Tube:
https://www.youtube.com/@Rat_Lombot/featured




Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.