2012

For as long as I can remember my sister has prepared for the apocolypse. She was constantly studying (which i’m sure she finds pointless if only to make her greencard more impressive)and has been collecting camping supplies for quite some time. With the current economic and social situation in America dwindling to an all time low, which she and her girlfriend have seen coming for years, she has decided to leave this lack luster nation for something a little more her speed. While packing, researching and expanding she has obsessed over 2012 theories. I can’t blame her, several seperate (complete opposite sides of the world) cultures have come to the conclusion that 2012 is the end of civilization as we know it. As a skeptic, i’m sure that she looks at 2012 as not a scientific fact but and with the understanding that our time is up. We have pushed, taken, and been spoiled for far to long and as result the world and society has rejected us. I have for years gone to my sister for advice and knowledge, this isn’t any different. With her continuously repeating her 2012 death mantra I have not been able to get it out of my head. Subsequently I have decided not to look at this with dispair but with the appreciation for my upbringing. Manners, patience, survival skills.

I am along, with so many others, a service industry employee. Like many others in this industry, I see the dredge of this nation, whinning daily over mashed potatoes. After hours of woe and confusion, wondering what did I do to have to deal with such horrible fucking people, I have embraced 2012 as release. Because when this fucking place burns, it will be with ultimate survival of the fittest. “How can we eat if someone isn’t hand feeding it to me.”

Welcome 2012, please kill the assholes.