When I was just a little boy, I asked my country what should I be?

I wrote the following in July of 2005, and as I looked back at the blog of my early twenties, this is the ONE and ONLY post I will ever want salvaged. In this new era of ‘change’ I can’t help but believe that we are in fact moving into a new time, a new system of messages to be consumed on mass; this is both refreshing and inspirational.

From July 2005,

Oh the looks on the faces of pundits and right facing paupers when the future reveals that the greatest epoch of fascism and ill fated guidance had twenty-four seven coverage all along,and over half a nation (by 2 percent) bought into the confusion and concoction of a brothers grim fairy tale of primetime fear.

They’ll talk of a Big Brother who put us to bed every night rubbing our heads and re-assuring our minds that the bad men are out there but to not worry; because we will get them. All along going out while we slept to pillage the ‘others’, cutting and pasting the appropriate images to create the next chapter of the tale.

I hope the environment doesn’t fuck us before we can see the look on a republican post-america, when a tourist from China comes over to take pictures of the ideology factories of Viacom, NewsCorp, AOL and TimeWarner, mere shadows of the power structures they once were: Eyes will well with tears just as now when one visits Auschwitz.