Found this in an old journal - a rant originally written in April of 2000, but oddly appropriate today, perhaps more than ever.
We slave our entire lives away to gather these green slips of paper – not only to pay for necessities which should be a guaranteed byproduct of being alive in a so-called 'civilized society' (food, shelter just for example) but also in fear of what will happen to us if we fail to have enough green slips of paper. The government has its hand out for taxes, yet I see very little the government does for me personally (and what it does do are mostly things I don’t like anyway).
I don’t know about you, but to me there seems to be something seriously wrong with this picture! We live in a made-up world where the reflections on the nuthouse walls have been mistaken for reality, yet we’ve been doing it so long that we think it is real. The society we live in, the rules we live by, the morals and standards of the world are 100%, absolutely, completely, irrevocably, undeniably just made up as we go along to serve the needs of those making it up!
And what’s worse is that people don’t see it. They refuse to see it, as if by their refusal, by their continued denial, they can somehow believe that the white picket fence and the Norman Rockwell paintings represent reality. Personally, I think it’s far more believable that faeries and vampires are real than the wholesome Americana we’ve all been programmed to believe in.
They work to pay for basic human rights, and the only result of having these basic human rights is that then they must work harder to pay for them.
Who’s more crazy? The lunatics in the asylum or the lunatics running the asylum?
Sometimes I think we ought to organize another tea party. But this time, instead of tea, we’ll throw all the politicians, land developers and IRS workers into the harbor with lead weights in their gold-lined pockets. Now that’s alchemy!