Look around it didn't fall because we got more lazy physically. The crapper ate us up, because of our mental laziness. All because we put everything in a box. We stopped checking the basics. It was decided that productivity should have a more comparable unit of measurement. If you spend 12 hours in the office you must be accomplishing more than you would in 8. It's that type of reasoning that has landed so many empty headed fools a position of leadership.
So Wall Street decided to put all their crap in a box and mark it "premium". They decided that trading items of value just didn't seem to make much sense. So they started to trade theory. Congress points the finger, but they too have determined theory to be far more valuable than actually doing something. So while people talk and argue everyone gets to sit and watch the free entertainment. We're all wondering how this all happened, but we know the truth. We just didn't care anymore. The sad part is that it has all evolved into some form of alien excretion, and we don't know what to care about.
If I sell you some lemonade at 25 cents a cup, is it profitable? After I pay the neighborhood kids for dodging traffic and swirling signs, then settle my recurring bill at the grocery store, I can see if my net is black or red. I could work 12 hrs or 12 min, in the end all I care for is profit.
Next time you tell me to hurry, just know I'm not listening. The rambling above is what's running through my head. So I'll take my time and do it right.
And that, my friends is your country in a hand-basket. Where are you going?
So Wall Street decided to put all their crap in a box and mark it "premium". They decided that trading items of value just didn't seem to make much sense. So they started to trade theory. Congress points the finger, but they too have determined theory to be far more valuable than actually doing something. So while people talk and argue everyone gets to sit and watch the free entertainment. We're all wondering how this all happened, but we know the truth. We just didn't care anymore. The sad part is that it has all evolved into some form of alien excretion, and we don't know what to care about.
If I sell you some lemonade at 25 cents a cup, is it profitable? After I pay the neighborhood kids for dodging traffic and swirling signs, then settle my recurring bill at the grocery store, I can see if my net is black or red. I could work 12 hrs or 12 min, in the end all I care for is profit.
Next time you tell me to hurry, just know I'm not listening. The rambling above is what's running through my head. So I'll take my time and do it right.
And that, my friends is your country in a hand-basket. Where are you going?
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