The World Is Small, Nasty, And Complicated, And Everyone Dies Alone. I just realized that I am not aloud to express my opinion on anything going on in the world. I took grade thirteen broadcast journalism, and creative writing. I took English literature in college, as well as cultural anthropology. I was excepted into a writing program in Toronto. Everything I say is taken out of context whenever I speak out. I am made out to be the bad guy by quick to judge people. Yet the same people respect the opinions of racist, prejudice, and discriminatory people. The kind who lend their support, only to reassure others, and themselves that they are good, while hiding their true ideas. I am not the bad guy. Last time I checked I was still one of the good guys. I help people. All people, not just whoever makes me look good at the time. I respect all people, more so than some. I like Roy Roy Roy Rogers. His shirts were cool. He was cool. The good guys wore the white hats. The bad guys wore black hats. There was right, and there was wrong. The good guy always won, and the bad guy always lost. It was a simpler time. Things are just way to complicated today. Now the bad guys are winning. The good guys get killed. Everyone protects the rights of the bad guys over the rights of the victims. The only justice left in the world is the false justice brought forth by the bad guys. There are no more heroes like Roy Rogers. All of the heroes are dead. Those who are left are dying. You see it every time you turn on the news. The only constant left is that, The world is small, nasty, and complicated, and everyone dies alone.
Posted on: Sun, 11 Jan 2015 10:21:53 +0000