Rant 1
Welcome to the worst time on this planet, the generation of intellectuals, where time plays tricks on you. One day you dream of something, the next thing you know, your dream has become your reality. We need everything instantly... instant gratification, instant updates, instant food. We don't want to stop and admire the good old trees, the sunsets and hear fine rock n roll which bought upon this revolution.
We have all this extraordinary technology, yet computers have become these four figures wank machines. The internet was supposed to free us, give us more power and democratize us but it has become another weapon of political agenda and of course 24-hour access to incest porn.
People don't write anymore, they tweet. Instead of talking they text, no grammar, no punctuation: LOL this, LMFAO that, ROFL ing...It just seems like a bunch of insane people pseudo-communicating with a bunch of other insane people in a language that resembles more to cavemen than queen's English.
Where are the people who loved paperbacks and not kindle? Where are writers who wrote books that touched souls? Where is the music which took us to wonderlands? Inspiration is so lost in this generation that they are ready to gladly give up on their dreams.
