FTLOG

‘For the love of God’

FTLOG, what have we done to future generations, what have we done to this one. Undoubtedly there are many, who are doing very well. But how did they get there and what did they need to do on the way.

This is not a whinge or moan, just a general observation, in regard to what my generation is handing on. 

In order to have a degree of success, each generational cycle is hardwired to make the continuation of its species as compatible as possible with life. That’s why the hosts always strive for their offspring to have a better life. 

And if history is correct, a better life has clinically occurred with each baton change, species survival has occurred. 

It’s a simple fact, thrive it to life, or fuck it to death.

FTLOG, as the crossover from old to new is ripped up and shredded apart to justify the state of play; each generational gaping has thrown a lot of vitriolic faeces around. But what we’ve thrown at this lot is an awful lot of stuff, and a world at Terror and depletion. 

How many of us can remember a short twenty years, past in a technological zip, and sleep soundly in what we created for them, seriously.

FTLOG, let’s hope the ‘grab it now while it lasts generation’, don’t put their screen lives down for a sec, take a look around, and decide to grab the throat of their creator.