|Current mood:|| contemplative|
|Current music:||Computer - The Humming of my|
In the event of emergency, break glass. That's something I want in my room. A glass cabinet with a wooden mallet hanging by a silver chain. Inside this cabinet will be the freedom of choice and the freedom of speech. In the event of both freedoms having corroded due to lack of use in the past, there will be an alternative cabinet which I may use. Inside this cabinet (Where a metal mallet hangs by a wooden chain, albeit not nearly as effective as vice versa), there will be the Right to remain silent, the Right to health services, the Right to accomodation and so on. And then in the unfortunate event of these objects being eaten away by termites and whatnot, there will be a final cabinet. In this cabinet will simply be written, INDEPENDENCE. Hanging from the "Independence" cabinet will be a gun with one bullet. This bullet will be made of foam, since with the high amount of taxation currently employed in this great city-state of ours, I would be unable to afford the proper version of the fatal implement.
You may be wondering how I could afford a Freedom cabinet, or even a Rights cabinet, with such a meagre supply of after tax money. Well, some questions are best left unanswered. Although, taking that philosophy into a finals exam is not the best piece of advice either.
In any case, regardless of our illusionary freedoms and independence, we still remain a relatively restrained species. Our lives are governed by rules and laws, of course the judges are looking out for us, but who is looking out for the judges? Surely, we cannot expect Robocop to come in, smash up a few things, and tell everybody not to watch his movie! I prematurely took that advice however. What Robocop has to do with this "subject" or anything on this page I haven't the foggiest, but rest assured...I'm sure you would be as confused as I am.
Since when can we demean a political leaders name in front of their face without fear of repocussion. But keep it hush hush. You never know, they may be watching and listening. Just like Santa. He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you're awake, he knows if you've been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake. He sounds more like a perverted Internet freak. If I had known Santa squeezed his overly large frame down chimneys when I had the mind to do something about it, I would have extorted his situation and sold the story to Jenny Craig in order for them to exploit yet another hard working individual to further their own commercially avaricious needs.
But enough of this. This whole bitter cynical tone throws a shadow on this miraculous comeback to blurting. Till next time, my llama friends and associates.
Imagine if Judge Dredd's name was actually Fred...