I work, I don't put off, and I keep saving. I've developed liver spots, concave biceps, lush baldness and osteoporosis. 30 years from now, I'm gonna go nuts and quit early. I'm usually fine, and I'm good by my rank.
But more frequently than most, I'll be damned. Then I will avenge everything that moves and it begins to happen to me that although I do my best, that is, I keep a goose under my bed chained and I get up in front of chickens, it is increasingly hard for me to tighten my belt.
I'm sick of vague promises without actually covering it. Life-long careers. Violent visionaries of uncertain tomorrow. Political turmoil. Unreasonable orders. The seats. Laws that mean lawlessness.
I want to find people who can make a better life, and each of us could yet say that he's in his home. I want confirmation of the fact that we're truly fighting nonsense, that we're safe on the streets and at home, that we're not worried about work, and that we have time to rise children.
I note the deficiency of serious discussions on what needs to be improved. I mean to “improve” alternatively than – teardrop down, destroy, start again, i.e. do not replace an axe with a stick and uncle into an uncle after passages. I'm not demanding a more circular circle.
I have the disturbing impression that the honesty of the promises made to me is something of a commodity of the last request for politicians, and telling the fact – a treacherous prank of a freak, due to the fact that again the time is approaching for the unpardoned smoke, duels for invections, skirmishes for hooks, scams and leaks, the next period of hurricane fighting over parsley. The wicked treatment of political opponents will begin again. As part of reaching a compromise and a fictitious agreement of disputed options, the next step will be: having fun playing with verbal farts from the seismic grandstand and returning fierce arguments about who on the better shoulder, bigger bucket and tighter views.
* Oh, my God *
We tend to destruct the good in the name of the better. We tend to eternally improve what has already been applied, tested and yields results. We specialize in cyclical changes in concepts, loud announcements and mediocre results. We usually want to disqualify everything that was created by the erstwhile power and start over. In a word, we deficiency the spirit of continuity, and we endure from excess home healers.
We all want our country to be more beautiful. To be led by wise men, but not wise men. delicate but not sensitive. I believe that the modest, honest, unbreakable in pursuit of a noble intent would find itself a little. So why are we ruled by privacy, envy, selfishness, and our conduct conducted by money?
ps.
I was carried distant with my dreams and again I had an attack of infantilism (if my flaws prove abnormal, then I ask for a referral to the lunatics). Although I don't think I'm gonna live to this honor, due to the fact that a good government has made certain I'm in a cemetery before a doctor.
