| July 4 | 2004 |
Sweeping across the Great Plains and through the sidewalk-lined suburbs, down the gas-guzzling freeways and in front of every rural television set, one barbaric notion prevails. mmmmmWe want blood. Spurred by big, explosive, spectacular multi-million dollar Hollywood movies where the villain always meets his inevitable fate, impaled through the ass then blown to tiny pieces and eaten by aligators, Freedom is at the center of it all, our drug. We want our freedom. Don't take our freedom. Freedom comes at a cost. mmmmmIsn't it free? How many times can a person be sold in an average day? At least eight times a sitcom. Keep your money. The blood is at the center of it all, blood and petrol. No grievance is let go unless something bleeds, through fire or explosion or bullets, right or wrong. To satiate our appetite, someone must die. Kill the Arabs. Kill the liberals. Kill the militias. Kill the heretics. Kill the criminals. Kill the rich. Kill the family. Kill the irresponsible. Kill the idiots. When the skyscrapers grow too tall, the streets will darken and decay with the cast out excrement. And like a geological dig, the further down one goes, the more relics of the past will be revealed. But there will still be blood on six channels and a hundred Web cams. Accountabilty is an opinion no one can grasp. Death begets death. No one is learning the lessons everyone is trying to teach through the vicious tough love of fist and shell, fire and terror. "They hate us becuase of our freedom" Never has the country been so divided, yet bumper stickers proclaim "United We Stand." Everybody has their opinion on what should be done as long as it means only the blood of others is spilled. |
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