Why Mr. Rover, why?

Why do you do it? Do you even know? How hard is it to come up with a decent rant once or twice a day. It doesn't need to take three hours out of your day thinking something up. How hard can it be. Why even try?

Take a look at the world around you, Mr. Rover. Point your finger in any direction and start ranting about what you see. See that coworker? Are they not rant worthy? No, well what about that stapler on your desk. Surely they could make a stapler that doesn't jam up once a month? Isn't that rant-worthy? If not, break it so it jams up everytime. Then you could rant for a good couple of hours, surely?

No, well what about the state of world affairs? Everyone you meet wants happiness, security, peace and goodwill amongst people which are all good left wing wants, yet the far right is controlling their countries and they put them there. Surely, that's worthy of a rant? You're not going to give me the "it's all part of a well oiled cycle" crap, are you? That the right hoards money until people are sufferring so much they vote the spend-happy left into power until there is no money left and the sufferring begins anew? Crap. How many far right governments actually made their countries a better place? No, not in the short term, the LONG TERM. Sure Hitler and Mussolini took their poverty ridden countries and made them world powers but where are they now? Huh?

What's there is no point in ranting? Don't give me that Buddhist crap. In fact, fuck you Mr. Rover. FUCK YOU and your peaceful ways. With your incomprehensible blogging and ineffective rants. Where's the anger, Mr. Rover? Where is it? How can you not see the simple equation that is sitting there at the end of your nose? BLOGGING = RANTING. Unleash the fury, Mr. Rover. Let it out. Don't just sit there, get the adrenaline pumping, get the arousal level up, do something, anything!!!! Write about world hunger, or greenie naivety, or the unfair distibution of wealth or how crap the Lord of The Rings story is or the sorry state of apples in this country. ANYTHING! Stop sleeping, Mr. Rover, get up. Get out there. Make a noise. Bang a drum. Skin a cat.

Ah. What's the point? Keep doing it your way, sheesh.