Mars

Am I the only person on this planet who is less than overwhelmed with all the recent photos of Mars? I think one photo of the surface pretty much sums it all up: a barren, rock-strewn desert with no life, no water, nothing except dirt and rocks. Whoopie doo!

Now let's return to our own planet, Earth, which is under serious threat of extermination by a maniacal band of very wealth thugs, currently in possession of the government and economy of a once mighty and proud people, the citizens of the United States of America. These citizens have lost contol of their lives and destiny, succumbing to the whims of corporations, to the point of having little or no influence on the education they seek, the jobs they want, the quality of food they eat, the media they watch, and the government they elect. Everything, EVERYTHING, is controlled by a few obscenely wealthy, compassionless, capitalistic white men who believe that their judeo-christian god expects them to do what they do.

Face it folks, we've lost both the battle of the ideologies, and the war between the haves and have-nots. It will take nothing less than a world-wide upheaval of the establishment to restore any semblance of the old world order. Not that the old order of 4 years ago was anything to brag about, but comparing it to the current world order (and the oncoming trainwreck of our immediate future), it was nirvana.

All the hand-wringing, campaigning, speeches, op-eds, blogging, investigations, caucusing, demonstrating, marching, voting and rally screams aren't going to REALLY make a diffrence in the long run. When everything is said and done, those same few white men will still be running the show.

We may as well toss all the trash out the window of our supersized, toxic fume-belching, gas-sucking SUV while on our way to Wal-Mart to purchase our slave-wage-produced shoes, DVD-players and furniture, with a quick stop at McWhopper Box Bell to gorge ourselves with supersized, lard-drenched, growth-hormone-saturated, generic slab of a meat-and-potato by-product, and wash it down with the requisite 200 ounce carbonated chrome-cleaning, artificially flavored soda-like beverage, because in the long run nobody REALLY cares.

Because if anyone cared, we wouldn't be in this newly godforsaken chamber of horrors we call America.