Round Trip

Going to work is repetitive.
Even the people I see are the same everyday.
Not just work-mates, but random people on the street, bus stops etc.

But it does give me alot of time to catch up on the latest goss. What ever happened to Jenny last night, how Scott was ..... nevermind, I catch the bus with alot of school kids...

Ok, so it let's me catch up on... well I don't know, I forget my point.
I listened to the radio for once after yonks of blissful IPod ignorance.

But I heard something very interesting.

Some guy (I forgot his name) wrote a book (I forgot the name) or an article (I also forgot the name (if it exists)) about a new type of taxing system that should exist.

A social one.

Ok ok, I know what your thinking.
"Oh why are you speaking the intellectual talk?"
Yes, it does seem quite... mature doesn't it?
Either way, I prance over your minor concern because I don't care.

Back to the story.

This guy, I'll call him Marmaduke, basically said that we should tax the beautiful people.

Whoa.
Now hold on.

Tax the 'beautiful' people?
I know, I know. I would be poor after being taxed (insert canned laughter).

But it kind of makes sense. It's been scientifically proven that better looking people earn better pay, have better opportunity, attract more people and generally have a better life.

Now Marmaduke, who for the record was pretty butt ugly, thinks that this would lead to a more balanced lifestyle for all.

The ultimate tax.

Now Marmaduke seems like a smart guy. He thought all this up, he must have some degree or something! Why isn't this system in place now?!? Well Marmaduke isn't that smart.

First obstacle,
how do you define beautiful?
How do you measure it?


Kapow. Failure hurts.



Ok. That was ... lengthy. And my point?
Well I don't have one.
I'm ranting.


This is my ride to work.
Come.

Journey with me.