• Ah - Sunday in the labyrinth of godless consumerism again. Let's drop in on the humans as they stir from slumber in the land of plenty. What vague thoughts and indolent desires rise, like shimmering schools of fish, from the depths of their Saturday benighted souls? Time to sleep in late, check out some porn on your laptop, download those songs you scribbled down at the club, read a novel in the patio, watch the ballgame, do some bong hits, grab the Times and brew some organic, shade-grown high-end coffee as you congratulate yourself for being so progressive. So enlightened. Such a free-thinker, not needing that mythical God-crutch. Sunday in the Western World. Time to affirm life through art and beauty, indulge some rarefied taste or perform some token act of piddling charity and lie to yourself that you are a good person. Better than those hypocrites and narrow minded simpletons you feel so superior to, at least. The ones who go to (ugh -so pathetically plebeian - ) "church" Some of them are not even at this level of self-congratulation on Sunday. Let us visit the apartments of the noble poor and entitled yet underprivileged - what might we find there, as the patricians discourse wittily over the Times in the sunlight? Single mothers rising with hangovers to blab on cellphones and check their Facebook pages as they ignore crying broods of babies. Bruised victims of last-night's violence sobbing to grandma that they will leave him this time. Gangsters and wannabes murmuring into the smoke of their Kools on ghetto front steps about who got shot in the North End last night, yo. Drunks shuffling away, into the urine-stained shadows to hide from light and wait for time to restore their cellular structure. Addicts scheming like every other accursed day about how to get waht they wish they didn't need And some are at neither extreme - perhaps they are the most guilty of all. Treating Sunday like every other day - business, profit, moving product, promotion of self and the mighty BRAND. They know that opportunity never sleeps and networking never fails. They are data-driven. They keep that serious edge by unpacking new metrics to think outside the box 7 days a week. They flatter themselves that THEY are the motor of our ailing economy - THEY are not resting like the welfare class and the partying narcissists and hook-up generation. THEY are about growth and success. They don't need Sunday anyway. So many variations on these basic types can be witnessed. All united on only one point - self-absorbed Godlessness. Don't annoy them or needlessly complicate their Sunday rituals and sins by dropping the "G-bomb". Thank God we have evolved beyond that Bible thing... It's Sunday. Pat yourself on the back, humanity. You are so RIGHT ON.

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