Today's mission.

God I wish I could be given a column in a newspaper, I could reach more people.
Educate them of sorts.
Let them know that they aren't the only ones that have a feeling of disdain for what is happening in their world. As it is said, the most dangerous man is the man that can think for himself, making him more dangerous should he spread discontent amongst people.
People blame the government and big corporate companies for all the problems, when in fact the problem is the people, the people that give them the power to do the things that they hate so much. Politicians basically advertise the idea of "elect me so I can take all the important decision out of your hands and you can continue shitting on each other" If voting changed anything, they would make it illegal quickly. It's said that governments are elected by the people, for the people.
When in reality all they do is favour the small group that have the money invested in them and the decisions that they make. Here in Australia, we have more than enough resources to ensure no one goes hungry and is without a place to call home, but we have hundreds of people needing both, the people are lead to believe that the government THEY elected is going to change it, when it hasn't changed at all. Out of sight out of kind for the majority of people in the world, if they were forced to experience what these people call life they would be horrified. The reason that it will never change is because no one has thought of a way of making money out of the situation. No doubt someone has thought about it briefly but that is it really. Why not invest what they spend on advertising campaigns in one year on giving people qualifications, the outcome would be far greater for People, we are facing a skills shortage as it is. Kills two birds with one stone. But it's too hard and the returns aren't instant.
All people are interested in is lining their own pockets with gold, no one thinks to help people as a whole. Because people are selfish self centered asshole, convinced of their own superiority, shuffling throw their shallow existence they call life. Now that I have arrived at my destination of observation, I have stared into the faces of the people I pass, all I get in return is blank hollow stares in return. Yet to see one person, one real person. Every face just blurs into the next vacant expressionless face. Watching people, to scared to smile at each from the fear of what the other person may think of them, scurrying around on pointless menial task. The best part was, while discussing many different topics that most people would generally be too afraid even brush against, was the looks of horror and general disdain. How dare I have a conversation about Nazi Germany and how people are no better than bacteria.