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Hello and good day, my name is Hunter. Welcome to my introduction into the 4th dimension.

Blogging is a world that I forever wanted to step into, but I never really knew what to do or say.

(Notice how I've said "into" in what is now four consecutive lines [counting the title]. This is essentially why I never blogged. You get what you pay for, and I'm what you call a pennyslut.)

One thing to know is that I love sports and heavy, loud music, a certain contrast to Mr. Biablid-Dilthinky that keeps our friendship fresh and exciting. Also, he has a large member. So, yeah, pennyslut. (Understand one part of this paragraph is a joke. Now the question is, which part?)

I will officially start my journey with a simple and yet complex topic: Why future generations are screwed.

Look at yourself. Now look at your peers. Now take an equal look at your parents and notice how there is almost an invisible wall standing smack dab in between every glance and short-lived conversation you have with them. Do you know why this metaphorical wall is there?

Of course you do. We all know that every person over, say, 35 or 40 is trapped in their world of "we didn't haves" and "when I was your ages." And who could blame them? We roam the streets with iPods (or in my case, anything that plays music that ISN'T Apple), sit for hours gawking at 50inch televisions, and sell our souls to Facebook for the price of a status update and the ability to troll people for minutes on end. I'm pretty sure Satan railed us all on that deal. Wait, sorry; I meant Mark Zuckerburg.

The second wave of the technological revolution is actually a pretty soft one when you put it in a broader perspective. Sure we have mp3's and Microsoft Word and collars that shock dogs when they decide it's time to start barking at the squirrel on your yard that is obviously out to get him. But think of what it'll be like when WE are our parent's age: kids will be able to put on a headset and think of what song to play; zip around in flying cars that run on the tears of Chinese children; put collars on their dog that will shock him every time he decides that it's time to start barking at the squirrel in your yard that is obviously out to get him. Ok, maybe the last two aren't that great.

Ok, the last one isn't that great.

In all seriousness, though: (DISCLAIMER: this is not any sort of political rant or beef on politics of any kind; rather, a simple statement of truth) we are already the faces of the immediate future, and our body is the worst economic depression since FDR's American Empire and the most neurotic and unbalanced political system to infect the modern world. Not to mention, all around us are a bunch of fellow faces that are all but lost without their 4G Droid phone. How is it supposed to get any better in ANY future?

Our kids will see the effects of our generation's idiocy, and of course their kids will see the effects of theirs, and so on and so forth. In most cases, it's damn true when they say life is a vicious cycle. Of course meaning, it all comes around eventually, but not without some bullschneid on the way there. In these kids' case though, the cycle doesn't end; it simply worsens.

Technology will continue to grow, which in many ways is fantastic, something I think we all look forward to experiencing. Things will be crazy. In many contrasting ways, it will also be fatal.

Sounds grim, I know. But think about it: with the growth and advancement of technology and science, this lazy gene we're all born with will only spread through each strand of DNA that it possible can, making us all out of shape robots without enough common decency to cover up our hairy, hopeless muffin tops when we go outside to remember what the world looks like. This probably sounds maniacal to you, but honestly, look at yourself and your generation, your peers, the people you will be standing side by side with til the day you either die or ascend to Heaven when Jesus comes to rid the world of the devil and bring us home to the land of milk and honey.

And after all of that, take an equal look at your parents and notice how there is almost an invisible wall -- wait, we've covered that.

The world around us is, in it's own right, a beautiful example of what happens when all the best minds come together with the best hands to build things that people could only dream of at the turn of the 20th century. Also, think about that for a second. The TWENTIETH century. We're only at Century 21 right now, and yet you're telling me, 100 years ago they didn't have almost any of the perks we take for granted every day? You're telling me kids used to actually PLAY together after school, outside, where danger can happen? Yes, and yes. People in 2112 will say the exact same about us:

"You're telling me, 100 years ago, they only had mp3's to listen to music? You're telling me kids used to play COD online with kids on the same planet as them? And what in the hell is a 'six pack'? Oh, so that's what lies under this gurgling pile of human slime hanging over my junk..."

Sad, but true. It's not like we're secretly planning to revert back to the life we once had, where friends were neighbors instead of jihad_204 in Vermont. The world will only progress to a legion of 10 billion or so people who simply can't function without some kind of shortcut that we will never get to have in our adolescence. Or regress, I should say.

In closing, take the time to see what should be seen, hear what should be heard, and pass gas around all your friends who need to know what your ass REALLY tastes like.

You may not have much longer to do so.