Transparency

Peter: The sky may well be falling, but why run? Of course, Thomas, we could dig but we've dug ourselves in deep enough and found nothing but dark, wet, and cold. I tell you we stand our ground. The physicists whoop it up with their lines, membranes, and bubbles of universe and at the very same time fat monkeymen eat chicken nuggets and slurp down sugar like some sort of insect. We don't have allies!

Thomas: It does seem lonely. Still, you seem so excited. It hurts to feel the way you think. Please quiet yourself.

Peter: Are you sure they shouldn't be sounding the alarms? Hurtling through space, bound to the light of a candle burning at both ends? It is imminent, isn't it? Surely you see this!

Thomas: Sure. Shut up.

Peter: Then WHY??

Thomas: Because you won't stop fucking crying about it!

Peter: No, I mean how can this happen? Simultaneously people know their lives, experiences, and pain is all for naught--yet they go on about it like the great glaring fact doesn't exist for them.

Thomas: How long will I have to listen to you? Maybe your "fact" isn't such.

Peter: As long as we live, brother. One could challenge the fact. The human condition of the sun as a star, our imminent destruction of our planet, the ultimate brevity and meaningless of existence. But what for the pain?

Thomas: If you would speak less, the universe would be less painful for me.

Peter: Until someone says, "YES, PETER!" I writhe mocked and alone.

Thomas: You're a selfish sadist.

Peter: I'm not trying to hurt you. These are gasps for air, pleas for help, cries of solitude.

Thomas: Every dramatic gasp, plea, and cry twists the knife in my ear.

Peter: So that's all you have? Just shut up?

Thomas: Yeah, pretty much. Also, if you can find nice textiles it makes the pain less.

An Immodest Proposal (in progress)

We, as a society, wage wars on things we don't like. Druggies with moral deficiencies, Terrorists with violent oppressive voices, and so on. At least we're past the unwed mothers. "Fahreners" coming to take our jobs. Outsourcing is a good candidate for a war. There's always the sanctity of life and abortion, and all of our governments insertions of religious doctrine into law. So many poor young girls suffering and so many young men either abandoning the whole ugly mess or sticking around to "try and do the right thing" which by any mind that can handle the notion is purely subjective. All the while we destroy our planet. It's like a very slow paced "On the Beach" by Nevil Shute. Thousands of years before fat drunken geniuses of pen like Ben Franklin lived, fields of poppies were sewn and grown for the tonic they provide. Funny how flowers, and particularly poppies are associated with wars with guns, blood, shit, brains, and mud. Like when they grow again on top hell, put hades back down where it belongs all is back in order. Yet, through all our generations we haven't learned. Our leaders and all of us that follow their rhetoric, their speeches, their heartgripping ideas and visionary pointing to some fairytale future fall again and again into hell, and the kerberos have plenty to eat.

Dwight Towers: Well... how'd you recognize me?
Moira Davidson: I love Americans. They're so naive.

"When you see that trading is done, not by consent, but by compulsion - when you see that in order to produce, you need to obtain permission from men who produce nothing - when you see that money is flowing to those who deal, not in goods, but in favors - when you see that men get richer by graft and by pull than by work, and your laws don't protect you against them, but protect them against you - when you see corruption being rewarded and honesty becoming a self-sacrifice - you may know that your society is doomed.
-- Ayn Rand
(1905-1982) Author
Source: Atlas Shrugged, Francisco's "Money Speech"