too late. time to masturbate.

Jack Tait woke up one day and he was sixty-five years old.  no job.  no family.  no money.  no wife.  he was once a promising young soccer player who won many awards and was cheered on by many people.  that was fifty years ago.  back to a time when skill and hard work paid off.  back to a time when love meant love and hate meant hate.  when people had to look each other in the eye to tell them that they loved them or wanted to fuck them.  now the world is filled with geeks on their phones with zero human connection and mega small boners.  award shows filled with pansy assed second rate actors and even worse human beings.  followers and peasants.  peasants following other peasants.
Jack Tait decided to leave his rundown farmhouse in the middle of nowhere and hopped on his blue tricycle.  he rode to his old grade school.  he passed phony billboards with ugly plastic women pretending to smile or have an orgasm.  he passed phony banks and phony take out restaurants.  he also passed phony cop stations and phony psychiatrist offices.  he then rode passed dull stores filled with dull people and even duller clothes.  dull shoes.  dull people.  a world that was once filled with real artists and real madmen being taken over by clean shaven robots and dumber than fuck rednecks that drink Coors Light and still watch the Toronto Maple Leafs.  lowest common denominator maggots that will grow old and die and will not have made an impression on anyone including their own family.  sad dull lives being passed down to other sad dull lives.  a vicious cycle filled with McDonald’s, crappy “family” based shows and dull dance contests with ten year old girls wearing skimpy outfits and plastered on ugly make up.  shitty parents passing on their shitty opinions on life to their kids who only want to fit in with the other lousy kids who think they are pretty and exciting but, instead, are ugly and dull.  a world filled with less than dull people all marching to the same dull tune and eating the same dull food.
Jack Tait finally arrived at his old school.  a school filled with many great memories and many great teachers.  a school that was once filled with real people now filled with carbon cutouts of the latest and dullest pop stars.  wearing the same dull outfits with the same non opinions of life.  entitled kids learning this sickening behaviour from their thoughtless and soulless parents who do nothing but drive them around to various talentless dance competitions and talentless beauty pageants.  sickening parents ruining their kids lives before the age of eleven.
“WHAT A SAD AND PATHETIC GROUP OF KIDS,” yelled Jack Tait at all the dull ugly kids on the playground.
“YOUR PARENTS SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF THEMSELVES!!!”  continued Jack Tait.
“DON’T WORRY KIDS…YOU WILL ALL GROW UP TO GET USED AND ABUSED BY GUYS.  BY GIRLS.  BY BANKS.  BY THE CHURCH.  BY AUTHORITY.  BY YOURSELF.  DO ME A HUGE FAVOUR AND WHEN YOU GET HOME TELL YOUR PARENTS THAT THEY ARE FUCKING UP YOUR LIFE WITH PASSIONLESS DO GOODER FOLLOWER TYPE BEHAVIOUR!!!
Jack Tait then walked slowly and nakedly back to his blue tricycle.  he had a big smile on his face and was glad he tried to help the kids.  he knew long ago that he couldn’t get through to adults because they were so dumb.  so dull.  filled with re-hashed opinions and re-hashed fear.  walking blindly through life with zero emotion and zero heart.  zero soul.  zero guts.  useless irrelevant peasants that think the Oscars are important and “OH WOW LEO FINALLY WON AN OSCAR!!!”
“WHO GIVES A FLYING FUCK ABOUT THE OSCARS.  WHO GIVES A FLYING FUCK ABOUT THE GRAMMY’S.  WHO GIVES A FLYING FUCK ABOUT BORING STAR WARS AND BORING FAKE HALF TIME SHOWS”.
Jack Tait jumped back on his tricycle and slowly rode home.  he thought of his dead Dad.  his elderly Mom.  he thought of his long lost daughter and long lost wife.  he wished he could have saved his daughter long ago from vicious girl bullies who learned this vicious sickening behaviour from their parents but he couldn’t.  he was outnumbered in this world.  the school system allowing such revolting behaviour.  “pink” bully days just another lie in a lifetime filled with lies and hypocrisy.  a vicious world filled with vicious people doing vicious things.  a world that is both beautiful and sad.  hopeful and bad.  smiling faces with empty eyes and empty hearts.
Jack Tait arrived back at his remote farmhouse in the middle of nowhere and looked up to the sky.  he saw an image of Adolf Hitler and then an image of Mother Theresa.  he also saw George Bush as well as Hillary Clinton.  All basically the same person with the same soul.
“FUCK EVERYONE IN THIS WORLD AND FUCK OVER ANYONE THAT EVEN REMOTELY GETS IN YOUR WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Jack Tait finally figured out life.  too late.  time to masturbate.