Tuesday, December 29, 2009

On the Inconveniences of the Human Race:

I find many facets of daily life inconvenient.

For example, the fleshy meatbag my brilliant mind calls home is horrifyingly inefficient, requiring thousands of calories to operate a measly 16 hours. During these sixteen hours it is a fine operational vehicle, but as much as two hours are spent maintaining it (showers, meals, etc.) and then, you must power down for eight hours!

This is but to scratch the surface, of course.

Then there is the sheer number of meatbags. Currently residing around 6 billion, the meatbag populace is growing to the point of taxing Earth beyond habitable levels. These numbers concentrate themselves, and exponentially increase the number of inconveniences.

Inconveniences, like lines. Lines, which could be dealt with if but ten percent of the meatbags weren't idiots, involve standing, and waiting, because demand has been let to grow far beyond supply. In this case, a simple training program teaching all meatbags to be cashiers would reduce the number of lines immeasurably.

Of course, alternative programs, such as self-checkout are already in place, but the sheeple that make up most of the meatbags simply ignore it, being to lazy or stupid to use these superior methods.

I thus propose that we alter the other end of the scale, and replace all cashiers with superhuman cyborgs, which would be able to the work of ten cashiers in a single moment. Thus the general meatbag populous would be able to continue their monotonous lives, but the rest of us would live without the inconveniences of lines.

Yes, the meatbag populous is a troubling thing. With help, of course, we can deal with lines, though. Just remember: the power is yours!

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

epic fucking win. this is austin btw as i cant remember my blogspot password >.<

conor said...

+1 awesome point for the captain planet reference :D

Anthony Clarke said...

:D Thanks guys. I love it when you comment.

Halles said...

Oh, I know this is late, but I just realized I only read half of this post when it was posted, then never commented. Good post. Meatbags seems like a scary term. Like, bags of meat that will come attack us. Like clowns, but made of meat, not the screams of small children.

 


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