At some point, the grand experiment of God, Mother Earth, or the committee of dolphins creation of humans will end.
In the meantime, homo sapiens living in first, or maybe even second world countries, can sleep better tonight, knowing that one of their favorite hits of shyte can now be delivered to them – about anywhere their asses happen to be sitting:
NEW YORK (AP) — Craving a Slurpee but lacking the motivation to get off a park bench?
No worries.
7-Eleven launched a delivery service Monday that will send a Slurpee or almost anything else carried by the chain to public places ranging from parks to beaches.
The company told The Associated Press that more than 2,000 7-Eleven “hot spots” including New York’s Central Park and Venice Beach in Los Angeles will be activated Monday. Customers need to download 7-Eleven’s 7NOW app and select “Show 7NOW Pins” to find a hot spot close by. – via finance.yahoo.com
Praise Jesus!
The only downside is that it might take up to 30 minutes for the delivery of goo.
The agonizing problem then is what to do for those 30 minutes waiting for a drone to drop off a container of: Treated water, high fructose corn syrup, orange juice from concentrated, natural flavors, citric acid, quillaia extract, sodium benzoate (preserves freshness), caffeine, sodium citrate, erythorbic acid, calcium sodium edta (to protect flavor), Yellow 5, gum arabic, brominated vegetable oil. with a Sugar content: 50 grams (per 16 ounces).
30 minutes waiting for shyte to be delivered? Not a problem here…for you have your hand-held radiation device ever-present to kill off more brain cells and f**k with your health while being completely unmotivated for anything other than continuing to mainline corporate goo.
Lacking motivation is a favorite past time of many a Westerner. How else to explain getting boned about the delivery of goo, whether it be in the form of refreshing sugar drinks; or allowing the f**kery from politicians who come up with a hellish nightmare where they might take your children if you don’t have them injected with a chemical concoction of shyte they produce; or maybe waiting for the latest climate engineering event that might bring about unending floods, tornado’s, and other ungodly acts of “nature”, at your front door.
Like Skittles and Slurpee’s falling from the sky – the goo from the modern era just keeps giving and giving.
And who can’t warm up to more corporate f**kery:
5G Wireless Technology Is War against Humanity By Claire Edwards
I live in Vienna, Austria, where the 5G rollout is suddenly upon us. Within the last five weeks, pre-5G has been officially announced at Vienna airport and 5G at the Rathausplatz, the main square in Vienna, which attracts tens of thousands of visitors to its Christmas market each December and skating rink each January, which are special treats for children. Along with birds and insects, children are the most vulnerable to 5G depredation because of their little bodies.[8]
Friends and acquaintances and their children in Vienna are already reporting the classic symptoms of EMR poisoning:[9] nosebleeds, headaches, eye pains, chest pains, nausea, fatigue, vomiting, tinnitus, dizziness, flu-like symptoms, and cardiac pain. They also report a tight band around the head; pressure on the top of the head; short, stabbing pains around the body; and buzzing internal organs. Other biological effects such as tumours and dementia usually take longer to manifest, but in the case of 5G, which has never been tested for health or safety, who knows?[10]
But will the unmotivated notice any of this? Of course not. More than likely, they’d never hear or read of any of this. And if they did, the rolling of the eyes, the smirk of being a clever and uninformed idiot will set in, and the f**kery of us all, even the unmotivated, will continue.
But it’s all cool…for the unmotivated, which is probably most of the West, could give a shyte.
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Tonight’s musical offering:
Maurice Ravel, “Bolero” ~ London Symphony Orchestra ~ Conductor, Valery Gergiev
Photo credit: http://www.unsplash.com/@chadmadden
Dispatches from the Asylum 