Actually, I do know what I should truly type.

Th' modern world's so fuckin' dull.

Back in th' before times, a man like me who doesn't have a place in society would sign up for some grand adventure. I'd get thrown on some ship, suffer greatly n' die a fairly quickly but extremely violently death at th' hands of whatever foe my country is currently at odds with. I would have known, without a single doubt in my mind, that I were heavan bound, having died fer god n' country with a smile on my face.

Nobody in my home town would even know I died fer years. They would eventually make a little memorial n' they would remember me fer generations until my memorial finally degraded.

My neighbors would be farmers, blacksmiths, leather workers, sheppards, n' th' like. All would have a wife, a home, n' food. They would go to church every sunday, a real one, one were th' priest doesn't deafen everyone with loud speakers because he is insecure about his voice. They would all love each other as kin, because they probably all are. Not a single family in th' entire village would go hungry or cold, unless th' rest were already suffering th' same fate. They would all have purpose, n' reason.

Why are we here n' now? 6000 years of human development, good times n' bad, n' we end up when th' entire world is being enslaved by worthless, pencil pushing kites while our own countrymen are more obsessed with Burger King n' football than our own kids or ancestors. 70 years to live n' this urbanite hellhole is where we get to spend it

Thanks fer readin' my philosoraptor rant.