The Prime Mover

Motivation is something that few talk about and even fewer have. It's something that people don't think about until they really need it.

The planet is dying and global warming has ravaged its surface creating strange weather events and even stranger responses. "It's the wrath of god!!!" the people scream. "It's the planet killing us off for our crimes against nature!"

Just as the people cried for the occultation so to do the masses cry for the cycle that the ancient Myans knew was coming long ago! This is only the tip of the iceberg, but we have a ways to go...

Meanwhile the elite lets us all think this is true even perpetuating this Santa Claus like myth with all of the zeal and fervor imaginable.

If it causes the sheeple to finally pick up after themselves, who are we to stop them.

Maybe even they will clean up our mess as well... Lol.

This scenario reminds me of a time when I was a little kid.

I was a precocious youth gallivanting around the house like the sugared up version of a drunken asshole at a club. I was making noise and making my then single mother's life a living hell. She was stricken with grief at the fact that her son was turning out to be such a little turd in the punch-bowl. Quickly without delay she came up with what was in that moment an empty threat.

"Son, if you aren't going to behave I'm going to hire a tow truck driver to pick you up by the seat of your pants to haul you away like the junk you are!"

I laughed and laughed and laughed like all children would. Little did I know what was ahead of me.

Later that day out in the distance of the front door I heard the sound of a loud car horn. Being the nosy little shit that I was I ran to the door, and low and behold to my dismay what unholy visage of horrors did I witness from the little peaky window, but that very same tow truck driver my mother had imagined!

As I peered outside the window he saw me freaking out at the window as he waited at the intersection of our humble corner house. He smiled a devilish redneck smile and pulled his cord to blare the horn at me. I ran crying, screaming and hid under the bed. My mother called me for dinner but I kept hiding. When she'd gotten to my room she found me balling under the bed.

"What's the matter?" My mother was confused, as it was unusual for me to cry like this.

"Please, please don't send me away, I'll be good I promise!

"Son, what the fuck are you talking about?"

I pointed outside the window at the trucker still at the busy intersection, and with horror I gasped.

"You called the tow truck driver and now I'm going to be sent away!"

A peal of laughter roared up from my mother like the guffaw of a whore in church.

This is exactly the reason why the Illuminati make such great parents.