12-21-12 really? You expected something more?

Item was my sincerest hope that today wouldnt so much be the end of the world but rather the end of an age.
The age were we require a magical sky daddy to shirk our responsibilities and forfeit our rational to. The age were common sense is revered like jem because of its scarcity. The age in which the 'spell' of the 'almighty dollar' was finally broken. The age of apathy. The age of violence. The age of greed. The age of hopelessness....
I know that without war, we cannot know peace. Are we so far gone as a race that we cannot redefine what war and peace are? It baffles me completely how one human can choose to end the life of another for a reason other than by request. (Im alright with assisted suicide. I may need help myself one day.)
I want to rant passionately, wax impacting poetry, stir souls and rejuvenate the senses of our inner sleeping giants. Wake up our strength and take ourselves back. We cant even see that we deserve to be more than the mindless-zombie-fodder-retards that we've become.
I want to tell you all how special, perfect and powerful you all are!
Most of all, I want you to believe it.
We could make a difference and influence change if we could somehow manage to give a fuck...even just a small one.