There is a whole in the flag. It is torn and tattered. The colours have run. There is no one to salute the mast of our social disease. Our beliefs are as titanic as our consumerism, and the iceberg of a limp and flaccid economy has pushed at the entrance of our lifestyles. The lifeboat, that is, our social safety net is full of holes. We are lost at sea and Wilson has left to do an endorsement deal with Beckham.
Where are our balls?
The money we stuffed in the mattress for our retirement has been devoured by the bedbugs of our own greed and avarice. Living in a world free of DDT (how do you spell that?), has pulled the loose thread of indifference. The fabric of our society is coming unravelled, while a noble few attempt to create a ball of yarn and tales that might weave a path and shuttle us back in the direction of progress. We write with Sean Penn and Robin Wright and all the while we lose sight of the movie playing right in front of our eyes, We are so busy with the spectacles of expenditure, we fail to see the nose on our face in spite of ourselves.
Do not despair, faithful readers. There is an answer.
We must gather the poor together. We must give voice to the disenfranchised. We must join hands and with a common course, push them all into the cracks. Once the rend in our civilization has been puttied with the sweat, grit, and bodies of the underclass, we can proudly step over them and into a bright, brave, bold, new world.
DaBuoy
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