Fruit of your labour.

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Generation X and The Baby Boomers really need to realise the complete and utter useless seed they have sown and reaped: Generation Y.
Where to start?
Shall I plot the downward spiral of ignorance on all things that matter? Perhaps rewrite the dictionary so as to include the new and ever-growing festation of profanities? (Ya MotherF*** Slurry) Perchance I should all together burn the tomes of history since they are no longer relavent to your 21st century life? (Yes, still cut about the Hamlet thing)
Being part of this horrid group of IT liberatchies, I for one do not look forward to being labelled as the dud. The weak link in a mighty dynasty (ty disney moses movie). The generation single handedly responsible for the world melting into a cosmo puddle, plunging into political anarchy and all the while watching my last 10 mins of TV with the top headline:
MILEY CYRUS: INTER-FAMILY SWINGER, GUM-BUCKED SOUTHERN TWEEN OVERLORD.

But really, gen y, kevin 07?
How could you fall for the rhyming Mr Sheen imposter?
How could you proudly wear those polly-blend support Labor shirts?
Really, don't come crying to the Liberal party when the whole of Australia get repo'ed by overseas investors.

Anyway, back to my point. Gen Y, we want everything now and we want to pay later. Somehow manipulate nature by genetically modifing our seeds to create a super crop of rewards. In theory, smart, but the world doesn't work like that. Uranium produces manifolds of rewards, yes, but it comes with manifolds of repercussions. Gen Y the most significant part of the sentence: "Fruits of your Labour" isn't the fruit, its the labour.*


This post is for Katie-kins.
The wielder of the whip.
The inspiration for the labour.


(*note: Labour // to exert force in a constant process.
Labor // Socially and economically naive political party)

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