Love will change the world, that’s what we were told in the sixties.
Love will make you happy; love one another; love makes the world go around; all you need is love.
We’ve talked about love nonstop in the last decades, actually, for the last few thousand years.
Where exactly has it gotten us? one step closer to paradise? Hardly.
Love hasn’t stopped war, cured crime, erased poverty... hasn’t [bad word] close.
Look for any sign of improvement, and I guarantee you, you’ll see only the most cosmetic of changes.
Window dressings, empty symbolism...
If things are getting better all the time, like love assures us, what about peace in the Middle East? What about harmony in South Africa?
Sure, there’s peace in the Middle East, in between bombings
And there’s plenty of harmony in South Africa, if you’re wealthy enough to live behind electrified fences and locked gates.
In reality, things have turned to ****.
Social and moral decay is like an out of control cancer... a cancer born off love.
If some people are actually stupid enough to believe things are improving is because their poor brains are so [bad word] by love that they can no longer think straight.
Love; sickly love, brotherly love, unconditional love, cowardly love... a love that says relinquish judgment, a love that encourages acceptance at the expense of discernment.
It’s no wonder people imagine things change for the better, when in fact all this change is their capacity to accept any amount of ****... unconditionally.
So the verdict on love is both bad and good. The bad news is that love has turned the world into a sewer.
The good news is people have learned to love the smell of ****.