BOBS BURGERS

   I know deep inside me that H. Jon Benjamin, Bob from Bobs Burgers, should be in everything. His voice lends credence to my belief that there is a man born once every 100 years who unites the population, for the better or for the worse. Napoleon. George Washington. Jerry Garcia. Giuseppe Garibaldi. Alexander the Great. H. Jon Benjamin. These men all have something deeply in common with each other. Not through their beliefs, their thoughts, or morals, but by the following they produced. The sheer amount of people, with all of their will and belief, giving themselves to a cause greater than them. 

  What separates us from our ancestors? Hark, and hear the bells of change ring throughout the ages. Technology grows more ever-present, and these tools separate us from our forefathers. From the first bronze that was poured in the steppes of Europe to the invention of the cotton gin, technology prevents us from connecting deeply to our roots. The men do not toil in the fields anymore. Women do not sew. Children do not sell papers. We are at our most technologically advanced point ever seen. We are furthest from ourselves ever. Each plastic bottle littered on the side of the highway takes us away from who we were, what we stood for. Long ago, people had thoughts, had feelings. People wrote manifestos and read poetry and created music and zines. Now, people have a cell phones. Who gives a fuck about writing or reading when unlimited entertainment is available. 

  Technology is the next great battle. Israel with it's Iron Dome, funded by the United States, massacres innocents and terrorizes the population of Gaza, and their warpath is not ending soon. I pay taxes. I dont have a fucking choice. The money gets taken out of my paycheck before I can do anything with it. My money is going towards the death. My money is going towards indiscriminate killing. The hours I slave away at my shitty fucking job talking to shitty people I dont care about and delivering shitty food goes towards the killing of civilians. My boss's boss, and her boss, and his boss, and his boss, and her boss, and the person who own their company all pay more money that I make towards this genocide. The company pays for this genocide. I dont want to work. I have no option. ive got to pay for my rent and my car and my car insurance and my gas and food for my cat and food for me and at the end of the day, I dont have shit! Working my ass off to pay to live a shitty life I dont want to live! Every day sucks! Why do I dream about crashing my car and dying every morning on my way to work so that just for a day, I will have nothing to do? Nothing to say? I think I must be dreaming. The only thing that car accident would get me is more bills to pay, and more work that I'd have to do. More money to israel.

  What more is there? Millions of lost people, left without a comfortable job because no one wants to retire. ITS SO FUCKED! The only thing that made me smile last week was Bobs Burgers when Bob said a funny thing. This is what can bring us back. Something so innocuous as a guy with a deep voice talking about burgers has the potential to unite a lost nation behind his grizzled voice. The people need someone, and soon enough, it will be realized. H Jon Benjamin, with his deep voice and even deeplier funny sense of humor can unite America and the greater world to become better, and trudge on. This I know.