Who are we? We live in our heads. You and I are being hypnotized continually by corporate greed to vote for the candidates of its choice. We like it. We insist upon it. They laugh their asses off. We laugh at ourselves as if by choice. We dance on cue. To somebody else's tune. He who pays us plays our tune for us. Who are we?

Hey, you have to exist in a cloud of stupidity to suffer this world's laughable images. Nations are imaginary. All of them, not just the other guy's. Yours! There is no cloud where your information is stored. They have made you to think that way for a reason. The reason is to control you. To manipulate you. You are your only hope for an escape from the programmed nuthouse. One nut at a time.

I heard an intelligent man speak recently of what it means to be an American. He is capable. He makes lots of money. He is a boss; yet exists in a cloud of stupidity. What it means to be an American? Only someone who is willing to falsify a presentation to others will talk in such a manner. Nobody is American. We are what the wind says we are. Listen. Fail in this and you remain in the nuthouse. People who live in nuthouses are nuts. Anything can happen there. Many make a promise to straighten out the circle of idiots from inside the circle. What the Hell is that?

Okay, the country-western song goes, I'll be at peace when they lay me down... But, listen. If you fail to find the peace you wish for before death, when it's right inside you all the time, how you gonna find it as a skeleton? I mean, if you cannot find it with a living brain tied to a living heart...and a lantern...and two hands...too busy trying to find out what you don't know to notice what you do...well, what have you to complain about?