The world gets better as time goes on

(Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I’ve been busy with the holidays)

This post will be about the theory that the world will get worse in the future, and that the best days of the world are behind us.

I cannot overstate how much I despise that idea. The world will get better, each generation will be better, and the world will be more free than ever before. Yet, people still find ways to disparage each coming year, and each coming generation.

How can a person say that the world is getting worse when people are getting less racist, less homophobic, and less hunger in the world.

Some say that the internet is the cause for stupidity. To this I say that the internet does not make people stupid, it just makes the stupid more readily identifiable. When a person can put their opinions out there ready for criticism, as I do now, the idiots become far more apparent with an instant connection to the outside world.

The simple fact is that while the world may seem to have less morals and smarts than before, the truth is that humanity will become better with each rising of the sun, and that the people who don’t realize that will become relics, being eroded by the sands of time.

Peace-

AR

The title of my blog

I would like to say that I meant something deep with the title. I would love to say that it is an ironic statement, asking people to think why humans feel the need to have opinions about everything.

I would like to say that. Unfortunately, I only think of that now, about 10 minutes after I have made this domain name.

I had wanted a blog for a while by the time I finally got one. But having to realize that I had to come up with a name was frightening. I am terrible at naming things (I fear what will happen when I have a child; I will end up naming it refrigerator by accident).Being stumped for names, I turned to ideas for albums that I had had a few months ago. davidandgoliathhugitout, zombieapocalypsethemusicalonicein3d, and there’sazombieinmybasementandican’tseehimbuticanhearhimgrowlinganditseemslikehe’stauntingmebutican’tfindhimsohemustbetrappedsomewheretherforei’mscared were all considered. In the end, I just settled for something that passed as witty, if only barely. Then I couldn’t think of anything that met that standard. And here I am now, with a blog name that is so big that if it were ever to be put on paper, Donald Trump’s ego would be pulled in by the gravitational field.

If you hate the title of my blog now, let’s just pretend that when I made it, I thought it was the explanation given at the top of the post.

 

Peace-

That guy that can’t make a short blog name