It moves at a snails pace and brings forth a motion of grandeur brought upon with a vehement regression of unspecified emotions that can't bring the man in the black hat down. It is the pace of struggle that can't be brought through to the unsympathetic ears of the suited men wanting to bring a torrent of pain upon the person. It is unrealistic to believe that one can fight so hard and win this battle. I don't know why I try to care about this. It is such a statement of intent to wean oneself off of this parade. I hope that it helps that I sit here with a blank look on my face and just here the muted grasps of pompous arrogance. It pains me to believe that choices will be made by the few ignorant voices of many misconstrued ideals thinking that they have the decisions that is for the betterment of others. Its sad to beleive that one believes one can make a change in this jumble of madness. You enter with good intentions and get hit by a wall of stalement that would drive a chessmaster mad. It goes on and on in an endless drivel of rhetoric and open ended speak of unimportance that makes a person's feeling self worth increase exponentially. The man in the black hat laughs towards the direction of these few. He sits with smile from ear to ear with a baseball bat tucked behind his back waiting for the oppportune moment to strike these idiots withe such force as to dislodge their eyes out of their sockets. He would pick up these little orbs of flesh and play a round of beirut with them. These dreams bring him to a feeling of hapiness and delight. This feeling drives him every day to push through the drudgery and ineptitude that this group brings forth. This is the day we celebrate. Welcome everyone to apathy.
