![]() Second RantA Story by John![]() Bad day.![]() There are cancers in our foods, our walls, our air, eating away at our fragile mortality, burning the only homes we've ever known. The only gift I can bear to give is an invitation to stop giving. Stop trying, stop worrying, stop waiting in line at the DMV, the cafeteria, the copy machine, the water fountain, the coffee shop, the gas station and f*****g Wal-Mart. If we don't start eating each other, this world is going to start eating us. When the medications they keep handing out stop working and only the side effects are what affects us, it'll be too late. When the corporations that we entrusted with our delicate economy empty the vaults and flee to the four winds, who will lift our chins and hold the spoon that holds the slosh we are fed daily? When the white-collared decaying organic matter that sits on their thrones in Washington realize that the roads they rule are rivers of blood and the sweating, squealing pigs that call Wall Street home drown in the pools of debt they've dug themselves, that is when there will be no hope. When we stop killing ourselves with the things we need to survive, when we stop relying on the things we don't need, that is when we will actually live the lives that we are meant to live. When we finally say "F**k it," to the tax-collector, the debtor, and the dealer, then and only then will we inherit the America that our founding fathers meant for us to have. Between the battery acid and the bungie cords keeping this society running, there is a cog. This cog, all alone in the great machine, will one day realize that he or she is key to the turning of the wheel. And this cog will hold the fate of us all in his or hers palm. © 2013 JohnReviews
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