If you ask me...

It drives me bat shit crazy. Not that we are particularly different in any life altering way. But, damn. They seem more likely to argue the existence of God and Freedom than to admit to 250 years of Godless slavery.

No one owns me. But. I am in debt to a system that wants to. To own my money, to own my will. I buy and rent and don’t grow or supply anything that helps move us into a better reality. A reality that is productive and thoughtful and caring. Caring, damn. I miss that. I miss being asked to do and not being asked to produce. They. They are the controllers and deciders. The souls who believe in the end and not what comes before.

They. I wanted to be they once. Because it looks good. And tasty and comfortable. I do not want to be indifferent to suffering and war and famine because I have seen on CNN that the world is having as rough a time as it ever has. And not care.

We export hypocrisy. We kill more, we ignore more, we religion more and still think we are better. Smarter. Less draconian. But. Look out the window. It’s there. We can make them change. We can make them want to. Not with the tools we seem to think are the only ones. The tools we need are thought, caring, education and a learned opposition to indifference.

Man. It drives me bat shit crazy.