Where's my flying car?

     Ok, so I woke up at five in the morning and one simple question came to mind.  Where the hell is my flying car?  Most normal people who are anxiously awaken in the middle of the night may think about unpaid bills, where our country is headed, where they may be heading themselves, but not me.  I desperately want to know where my promised aerobatic automobile is right now.
     This world has become a maddening place today.  People are constantly moving in different directions at what appears to be the speed of light, technology reigns on high, and things seem to have led us into an on-demand society.  You would think on our long list of demands we have gathered would be the one thing scientists and our own imaginations have promised us for nearly half a century.  A freakin' flying car.  It's been on the minds of important people since the creation of The Jetsons!
     I can remember several speeches in my life different important characters have given me over the years, from my father all the way up to any of our US presidents.  Study hard, do good in school, be a good person, and you can have anything you want or could possibly dream of.  I feel like I've been cheated.  Here with all this unlimited information at the fingertips of all societies, not to mention the technological advances in the modern world today, you would think somebody would put together a flying car.  But no, every morning when I open my newspaper, not a single goddamn one.  Just more religion and politics and bickering and stupid repetative bullshit.
      It's obvious that there's only one thing I can do.  Continue to sit on my couch and wait for someone to come through with my flying car.  I'm far too busy watching Dancing With the Stars to design one myself, let alone build one.  It really sucks too because I bet when the first one comes out it'll be a piece of shit.  Well, unless the Chinese build it.  After all, they make the best stuff, right?  That's why there the only flag I see on any of the products in all of our stores.
     This small essay I wrote clearly doesn't have to be just about cars that fly.  It's about what this world has come to.  There was once a time when if somebody wanted something in this society, he got up and did something about it.  When I read the news nowadays, all I hear is everybody in the world complaining about anything and everything without one sane solution to any of the problems.  I decided to start writing so that maybe my small voice could be heard, because I'm sick of not doing anything.  I want my children to be proud of the world they live in, and if I'm not happy with it, how could they ever be?
     By the way, this isn't one of those posts telling people to just go out and solve their problems with name calling and violence, even though that seems to be the status quo currently.  I'm just saying that if you're not happy with how your life is going, get off your couch and start changing it.  Go build your flying car and if it doesn't fly, don't stop trying until it does.  Ask Lexus for help or something.  I hear they're good at building cars.