Survival of the fittest, yeah right.

How does one even begin to talk about survival of the fittest, when no one is actually fit these days. It seems there are to many diets telling you how you should feel and think. If only you were a size smaller, or a little leaner. So we try to make more bread, or dough in this case so we can join the fanciest of gyms. I myself destroyed what was left of my body a long time ago. Which in turn brought me to my own destruction so I wrote a book about my self abuse, in the form of addiction. I wrote to give others hope, but not this time around.

Hope is only a person that helped me to survive and continue to live, in order for me to be part of that elite mentality. Survival of the fittest wasnt what it was cracked up to be. The more I saw the reality shows, and the Jerry Springers tell on your neighbor show, and the search for weapons that were never found, I realized "Survival of the Fittest" was only a game of me me me. So who really cares except for the one doing the eating.

So now here I am creating a blog, what the hell is a blog anyway except a rant, so that I can survive the boredom I call life. So I write and continue to create characters in a world of make believe. I am an author, who has nothing to say. Unless you count blogging. This is the newer form of self deception. I can be in love with the idea that not everything is what it is cracked up to be but if I tell you about it I will feel better, and at the sametime get some feedback if I want it. Not.

So I come full circle in this mindless rant of surviving the fittest, or is it fitted. Well thanks for listening, we are waiting for the mindless drones in washington to blog themselves into oblivion all in the name of you said it. Survival of the fittest. Peace and One love from Red and blue sneakers.