EXCITEMENT! FRENZY! CHEERCHEERCHEER!

Huzzah.

A group of men, technically headquartered locally (but not necessarily of the local population), who are paid more money than can reasonably be explained to perform a task that is of no lasting benefit to humanity, have bested another group of similarly elevated individuals who are theoretically based elsewhere. The masses are suitably ecstatic over this exercise in hyperbolic, aggrandized entertainment.

Perhaps, just perhaps, if comparable levels of time, energy, enthusiasm and, of course, money were directed towards undertakings that would actually improve the human condition, things might improve.

But I can understand that it’s much easier to wear appropriately colored clothing and cheer orgiastically for accomplishments that aren’t even your own than to, you know, actually DO something impactful.

It’s not even 7:30 am, and I’m already so tired of hearing about this. Humanity, your priorities are skewed.

Just take your time wherever you go...

On a lighter note, nothing beats spending the afternoon (Father’s Day and their 54th wedding anniversary) with your parents in a dreary, rundown warehouse filled with sad, lonely people in various stages of decrepitude who are tended to by worn-out, apathetic employees who have learned to ignore their charges even when sitting face to face with them. It’s great to watch as they’re spoon fed, as they gibber not-so-quietly to themselves or stare blankly at things only they can see. And you remind yourself not to let yourself get to this stage because, if you do, you will have absolutely no reprieve. No children to take you out, no spouse to come visit, Nothing to do but gibber to yourself and stare blankly at the walls, or, if you’re lucky, whatever show someone tunes the television to. With no hope of anything more. Ever. The end.