next generation of babbling idiots who'll define for you what's right
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Why would you want to hear my story?
Do we know each other?
Do we like each other?
Let me tell you right off, okay?
I'm not a likeable guy.
Charm has never been a priority with me.
And just so you know,
this is not the feel-good movie ofthe year.
So if you're one ofthose idiots
who needs to feel good,
go get yourself a foot massage.
-Mom, that man's talking to himself!
-Come away, Justin.
What the hell does it all mean anyhow?
Nothing. Zero. Zilch.
Nothing comes to anything, and yet
there's no shortage of idiots to babble.
Not me. I have a vision. I'm discussing you.
Your friends, your co-workers,
your newspapers, the TV.
Everybody's happy to talk,
full of misinformation.
Morality, science, religion, politics,
sports, love.
Your portfolio, your children, health. Christ.
lf I have to eat nine servings
offruits and vegetables a day to live,
I don't want to live.
I hate goddamn fruits and vegetables.
And your omega-3's
and the treadmill and the cardiogram
and the mammogram
and the pelvic sonogram
and, oh, my God, the colonoscopy!
And with it all, the day still comes
when they put you in a box
and it's on to the next generation of idiots
who'll also tell you all about life
and define for you what's appropriate.
My father committed suicide because
the morning newspapers depressed him.
And could you blame him?
With the horror and corruption
and ignorance and poverty
and genocide and AlDS
and global warming and terrorism
and the family-value morons
and the gun morons!
"The horror," Kurtz said at the end
of Heart ofDarkness. "The horror."
Lucky Kurtz didn't have the Times delivered
in the jungle, then he'd see some horror.
But what do you do?
You read about some massacre in Darfur
or some school bus gets blown up,
and you go, "Oh, my God, the horror!"
And then you turn the page and finish
your eggs from free-range chickens.
Because what can you do?
It's overwhelming.
This post has been edited by Walter on 25 Jun 2014, 17:59