Le travail et la revolution

French is hot, work sucks. For some reason, work is the ultimate excuse in the North American society. We are bound by some unknown code of honor to show up on time. We are temporarily forgiven for being terrible parents, lovers, friends and pretty much anything else if we had to be work. If you join my revolution, leisure will be the on the top of the priority list. If you are having an amazing jam session, you can call up your boss and he will understand. If your child has a hockey game that you want to attend, your boss will give you time off. Accurate watches will be destroyed, times will all be estimated, growth will slow, stop maybe go into recession, productivity will go down, gardening will be encouraged, spirituality will be nourished and weapons research will not be the driving force behind scientific enlightenment. Idiots will be exiled [sent up north to find what has been lost to them] , the neo-internet will bless the world with quality information and the concept of heartbreak and eternal love will be doubted [even now, scientists claim that over time, the vast majority of lovers lose the intense chemical reaction that comes with love, aka they are no longer drunk from love, just a little buzzed{not enough for a lot of people(understandably)}].

Did i mention gin and tonic fountains instead of water fountains [only for those who can handle the scientific intoxication brought on by the substance in question.