Yell yeah! ::cheers:: Definitely one of the better ones I can remember anywhere.
I'm getting tired too. But before I turn in...
My mom was afraid of me that way. She was afraid of all of us. Hell, I think that poor woman was afraid of damned near everything! But my dad wasn't. My dad is who taught me to question everything. They couldn't convince him we were all fucked up because of our smart mouths, he was a world class smart ass. It didn't bother him when we rebelled, within certain reason calculated by an algorythm calculating and comparing certain factors; damage done, damage intended, necessity (the "had it comin'" factor), cleverness, overal execution and extra weight to comic effct.
No, that was not the path to the fear in the heart of an old Sailor who came up dirt poor during prohibition. But those nigger drugs? Now THAT scared him! Would have maybe been enough all by itself, then the tie dyed long haired hippies w/ their Marx and Lenin and soy beans had to glom onto the kind as they did, and that spelt it.
Now? They accusing 13yo kids who toke up a block past the bus stop of bombing the World Trade Centers.
I think they, like Marie Antoinette, are so banefully out of touch with reality (a common Program projection) that they're far overplaying their hand. And ye know how they are, they're too busy congratulating themselves and musing about the coming new well ordered world to notice that their shit's not playin' anymore.
Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, or the dictates of our passions, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence.
--John Adams