Why we get no work done, or are you flirting with us

According to the elevator gods, the One called Captivate, which should just be shortened to Captive, for that is what we are, we docile sheep, shooting upwards to our various cubicles, gamely absorbing the Captivate's superfluous factoids. (shut up I know it's a run on) Anyway the Captivate god took a survey on it's web site, apparently nearly 45% percent of us are bored silly at work.

Is it any wonder then, that I am posting from work.

Heaven knows what we did prior to the advent of the internet (work, probably) and the joy of the quickie email flirtation, lightening quick thrust and parry. We worry that eventually we humans will lose all capacity for speech and be able to communicate only through the dexterity of our fingers (which could have extremely pleasurable connotations) as we pound out witticisms on the key board. Woe to the troglodytes. But then again, if things continues as they have under our Feckless Leader, we think it is safe to assume there eventually be some "cleansing" and some "purging" and all of the poor and disenfranchised will be, regardless of color or creed (though we suspect the bulk to a darker shade of beige, and don't forget the poor white trash!) will be gently coerced into some kind of indentured servitude, and those of us repugnant intellectuals, lovers of art and humanity will all be sentenced to France (please don't throw me in the briar patch) and the rest of the country will be run by the fat hypocrite of the Right, the Greed Monsters and Paris Hilton and her unholy spawn.