Rugged little bullshit called- Ma Cause

Lack of commitment…its within u …we’re interested but not committed. Superhuman capabilities are demanded of men who want to excel ( yeah?), who want to be committed to a cause…Most of us are plain interested in one thing then another..
The attention span is shortening as I write…that might affect the length of this writing….so I push myself… with Eric Clapton playin in my head ‘let it grow’…
Love, hatred, bullshit (yeah, mostly)…
Our excuse fr not being committed is the lack of a cause or more foolishly the right fit…its isn a job we’re talking about fellow imbeciles, it’s a cause …they’re all around you, u wouldn need a project plan to get attached to them…you’ll need a heart, not even a kind heart, ask terrorists, they’re bloody good at beating us to it…
Whom do you wanna blame…Let me guess the government, the religious heads, Bush or GOD…GODs your easiest bet… ‘I am enraged by the blasts across the country’ but guess what ‘I also don have the balls to fight back’ …cuz ‘this ain my cause maite’…My Cause (read JOB) is to reduce the Time to market, Increase efficiency…and ‘basically’ (is that a word) send moronic forwards all day long and pretend that I work my ass off…wy, cuz I get paid ..naa! cuz this is Social Security Ver. X.Y… well well well,, guess wt my tertiary job description is : creating quadratiary jobs for the guys who sell cigarettes, juices, the one who delivers shit food and talks rude. My passion is going to the hippest club wit the shitiest music and scorn at the sight of rhythmic bare footed dancers at poor pious ceremonies on the street. But yes, I am still the ‘coolest’ (Cause 1.1.1.1: get a gun shoot the next person who says this word) because its ol relative and my world is u me and this other guy I know… The might of ignorance prevails and darkness shines thru the bright reflected light from my office building…
Welcome! u there…kill yourself..