Hobby... my hobby is people, more specifically, their quirks, their habits, the way they spend their days. I'm amazed at how hard you work. You put up with the slave driving boss, the corporate hum that hard work pays off. I don't aspire to be imprisoned by a mortgage, a car payment, insurance, utility bills. How ridiculous as a species are we? The more civilized we become the more we waste our time away from family and friends, toiling at some job, furthering our education, licking the boots of the high and mighty, so that we can pay for the crap that we have been skillfully trained by the beloved government to believe that we need. Why do I need to live in a neighborhood that is high end? Why must I pay $5 for a $1 cup of coffee? Before man became so evolved he lived in caves. There were no good caves or bad caves, there were just caves. There was a common fire. They hunted together and shared in the kill, feeding the tribe. What have we allowed ourselves to become? We compete to travel to exotic places, paying princely fees to go there to impress, when back when man was an ape, travel was required to survive. Looking for food, water and a place to rest was a community event, much like the soccer games we now see moms and dads scream at if their child is not good enough to play. They must play all the same. Survival of the fittest is no longer politically correct. My other hobby is to fix that. Everyone will die. Poor next to rich, dropout next to scholar. I'm about to bring back an equality to man like it hasn't existed in eons.

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