I think one of the reasons I write this blog is because I see the middle-class and the working-class, disappearing so quickly — more quickly than at any time in human history — and in a century or two, there will only be US and Them. A new feudal society.
We outnumber them, but they have the money, the stockpiles, the control of the food supply, the tech, the capital, the weapons, and absolutely no empathy or even any concept of what that means.
I pray things will change, but I don’t believe in prayer, so I’ll have to fight back while I still can. I’m not a pessimist, I’m just a pacifist willing to fight as hard as I he can. This is all the stuff you figure out while you’re lying half awake in bed, but never have the guts to actually say.
I actually say some of this stuff, but it mostly it gets me in trouble which why I live in poverty and am somewhat despised by the bureaucracy,
How can you stand the silence That pervades when we all cry? How can you watch the violence That erupts before your eyes? How can you tell us something Just to keep us hangin' on? Something that just don't mean nothing When we see it you are gone Clinging to some other rainbow While we're standing, waiting in the cold Telling us the same old story Knowing time is growing old. That was a wonderful remark I had my eyes closed in the dark I sighed a million sighs I told a million lies, to myself, to myself How can we listen to you When we know your talk is cheap? How can we ever question Why we give more and you keep? How can your empty laughter Fill a room like ours with joy When you're only playing with us Like a child does with a toy? How can we ever feel the freedom Or the flame lit by the spark How can we ever come out even When reality is stark? That was a wonderful remark I had my eyes closed in the dark, yeah I sighed a million sighs I told a million lies, to myself, to myself Baby to myse - e - e - elf