and she said.. "how you interpret the dream is probably more important than the dream itself"

You know what really gets my goat? Radicals. You'd think me, of all people, would be right there with them but I don't think it's that simple - not like it used to be anyway. There are the flamingly left wing anti-war zealots who couldn't give a rat's ass if tiny countries on the other side of the world trade nukes for a few rounds.. until the trade winds breeze us over a healthy serving of fresh radiation to go with our morning paper. MMmm. Smell that honey? That's Frrreeeeesssh!. Then there are the violently right wing war mongers who couldn't give a rat's ass if tiny countries on the other side of the world starved to death.. until they're all crossing our borders in a search for a better life, bringing their suitcases full of malaria and AIDS. It's not that simple, boys and girls. Or it is, but with you people out there it makes things a bit complicated. Most problems have a number of possible solutions that are clear and concise and simple - but for the sake of democracy, for the sake of a better world, for the sake of you - yes you, the little man on the corner smoking the butt - to feel like you matter and have a say, there are no simple answers anymore. None. Back in a world before histrionics there were cavemen and when things didn't work out, they hit eachother over the head with heavy objects. This continued for a few millenia and only stopped very recently. In a matter of a decade, maybe a decade and a half, we have become completely and utterly petrified. No longer do we march off to war with our heads held high and our guns aimed upon our enemy. We skirt, we feign. We announce with bright voices our intentions of war but we sooth our Allies[sic] with mild apathy. No one gots the guts, yo. Serious problems call for serious solutions but no one is willing to be serious anymore. A puppet for a president and a bunch of baby boomers who are adamently against a war that would save their very way of being - their SUVs and their central heating and their not-shitting-in-a-hole-in-the-floor. No one realizes the consequences and everyone is busy clamouring over the noise of the crowd to notice the cameras in the corners, zooming in and capturing their pixelated selves. People are too busy talking their heads and filling their mouths and some would say that there is a problem in Rome, baby, and it's not gonna be pretty. Rome fell for a reason and so will the cracking and crumbling institution of America, because it's already begun. You think you're cute because ignorance is bliss. You think that life will treat you right and that someone owes you something because you don't see how small and trivial we are. You seem pretty sure that the cake is coming and you have your fork poised, covered in last course's remains. A long long time ago when someone had a problem with their neighbour they just jumped over to a different tree, barred their teeth, and flung some shit. It almost seems more civilized, if you ask me.

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