I am angry at the fools who have been in control of virtually all of the Earth's resources for the last two-thousand years.
I am angry because there is a giant, toxic, black spot of oil, spreading its way across the Gulf Of Mexico. I am angry because there is a an island of plastic floating around, somewhere out in the Pacific Ocean. I am angry because the air in our cities is poisonous, and so are our rivers. I am angry because the "humans" continued their foolish practices of polluting the planet, despite repeated warnings by my people about the ice around the poles melting...and they still do.
I am angry at the world's leaders, who can do nothing but strut around like peacocks, bickering over the few remaining scraps of planetary resources while their people perish...they send children off to die in their senseless war games as they fatten themselves with their pillages. I am angry at the clergy, for their failure to act purely and for their greed...they make war in the name of God, and line their pockets with money from the poor and the faithful. I am angry at the wealthy; some for their naivete, and others because they are truly evil. I am angry at the poor; some for their complacency, and others because they are truly stupid.
I am angry because there are homeless people everywhere I look, while at the same time, huge, empty, corporate-owned office-buildings with controlled environments, hum along day and night, with only a lonely janitor or security-guard to occupy them.
I am angry at the professional world...I used to believe that hard work and loyalty would be rewarded, but no longer. I am angry with myself for my continuing participation in this rat race; I know better, and I only fall deeper into debt every day that I do. I am angry because my temporary position pays me less than my unemployment (which didn't give me enough to survive in the first place). I am angry because I have to drive to my assignment alone everyday with 100,000 other people, all jam-packed, bumper to bumper in our cars at 8:00 in the morning.
Most of all, I am angry because there is nothing I can do to change this hopeless situation, and although I know that many people care, there is nothing they can do to change it either. All we can do is run around madly like rats on a sinking ship, somehow instinctively sensing our doom, yet still looking for a way to higher ground...
David Settino Scott, 2010
