My neighbors were robbed tonight. Like an electronic savvy tornado the place is torn apart. Televisions, computers, drugs: all stolen. It all seems pretty useless in my opinion to steal that kind of stuff. Gadgets, computers, televisions, except for the drugs, its all crap that will need to be replaced soon anyway, and now it's a burden someone else has to deal with. I mean its nice to have nice expensive things because they always seem to work really well and always include a nice warranty just in case they break or due to a faulty inducer coil, explode. To bad the girls couldn't have bought renters insurance at all those Best Buy and Walmart stores. Those stores are incandescent death traps. Unless I'm stoned I can't stand those kinds of places. Shrines to faulty consumerism. A store of that size is a vandal of aesthetics and art. The owners of those kind of stores plunder and oppress in order to have lower prices and isle after isle of foreign made crap. The people that make the majority of what is sold in these store are slaves to poverty. I do not support poverty or the faculties that cause it.
After frantic telephone calls and police calls I thought I should console the victims helping them take inventory. I didn't really feel bad about what happened, they all had nice parents that would buy them replacement crap.
Put in that situation could I pull the trigger an a yegg. My balanced state of mind directs toward no. In the nucleus of the situation my trigger finger could hear a situational call on its grip and utter its venom too soon.
