Why the world revolves

Ever wonder why? And I don't mean the well-documented, explained, argued, debated, filed only to be lost and argued about again explanations about gravity and neutrinos, bosons and strange quarks. It's pretty clear that the world is- sorry about this folks who've happily been residing on Planet Lost- fucked. Why oh why, despite all the crap the incompetents, raving lunatics, fanatics and just general morons who run this world have pulled on us, does this world continue to turn? It's at times like this that TAP agonists (Temporary Agonists), including yours truly, wish with all their hearts that there is some supreme being out there who is actually in control of everything and we're just at the moment part of some elaborate prank being pulled on some equally powerful supreme being who is in charge of some other clusterfuck of stars other than ours. I hope that it's just a joke, I sincerely do pray to all the gods that it's just some sort of perversion of a SIMS game in which the players are trying to show who can screw up the best and still manage to save the world at the last possible second. Why? Because the alternative, sometimes, seems to be worse. What if there is no supreme designer? What if we are the only ones in charge? I'll tell you what...OMFG. That's what. It's getting late folks and I don't just mean the time on your clocks. The world clock reads 'Fucking do something' 'O' clock. What am I doing for the world? Absolutely nothing of course. Now if you'll pardon me I have some T.V shows I need to catch up on.