Ramblings of a platypus farmer

by
PLATY PRODS.

We may live in a society that we don't agree with. Overrun with apathetic, immoral, uncaring Beavis and Butthead spawns who will inherit the earth. Although we don't like it, we are products of this modern day caste system ("Even epsilons are useful."). For while we taunt and ridicule our surrounding habitat, we succumb to the inexerable pull of our peers. Making fun of people making fun of people is nothing short of hypocritical. How can we be so blind as to imagine ourselves better than others, when in all actuality we are all equal ind we all serve some purpose. For without purpose we wouldn't exist. Everything we say and do has some significance (no matter how small) on others. Our race is doomed to rape and pillage and destroy things in the name of science. This is destined to be. It is a part of you and I. There is nothing that an individual can do about it. Who are we to argue with fate?