Words

I heard that we distroy our language. That modern english speakers chop up our words into rubbish. Well, Some say that we would still be speaking german. This is all crap. Our language has improved--our society has become rubbish. Yes, there were wrongings in the past. Yet, it used to be a good thing for a woman not to have to work if she was married. Aristocratic women considered it a badge to not have to work. Men would be ashamed to have their entire family working. It is all very peasant. Post modernism is the new erogent way. The trend now is to look back-say, "Those old people were racist sexists (those of the pre-1960s). These middle agers are work maniaed. We are better because we choose to do what we want." People are stupend and erogent. They point the finger, and think of themselves as so much better then the holders of history. English of antiquity and peasant modern english is so low class they say. They would be working one side of a field and erogently point at the other peasants on the other side and say "look at those peasents over there. I am superior because I work over here in the shade." The peasant thinks himself better then his peasant friend. It seems our society has become so water logged. Pride has gone. Country pride is gone. The flag waving american seems to be dying. But not among the peasants. We of the low english realize things--erogent people get killed just like everyone else. People sit around in the fields, being erogent and pointing. While the rest of us work the fields and watch the borders. We know that there are people in the field over THERE that want to kill us. Every now and then, we grab a pitch fork and some of us run over and stab a few of those haters, because they were sitting around planning on the salting of our field. We know we have to kill them before they come over and salt our field, killing all of us, including those erogent peasants who sit and point. Our world has fallen into a great lie. We think that all should live and have free roam of everything. Some simply hate us. They look at our field as we grow it. We can choose what we grow, we can share and talk about our thoughts. If we find people trying to steal or muscle a person into growing something for them, we use the pitch fork on them. Our field is wonderfull. It is the best one on the farm--DUE TO THE IDEAS THAT DRIVE OUR DESIRE TO KEEP WORKING THE FIELD. I am glad that among the peasants-life is still happy. We can be proud to be from this field.