Isolation.
My only reader has gone underground, and the outpost is feeling lonely.
I am among these creatures, but I don't understand their bizarre customs, or the rules they live by, or why they violate so many of the rules I have learned to live by.
Saw a guy beating his wife as she cradled his child. Called cops. They let him go without even taking down his name, or talking to the woman.
I never used to dislike cops.
Then I got fucked over by one, and now they make me very wary. The kinds of people who want to be cops should be denied.
Question #1: Do you want to be a police officer?
Recruit: Yes, with all my heart. It's what I have always wanted to be.
Interviewer: I'm sorry sir/ma'am, but we feel you are completely inappropriate for this position.
Recruit: Why?
Interviewer: Because no one who seeks power should be allowed it, ever. Now please leave before I am forced to shoot you in the face with a bullet I peed on.
If you are out there Aaron, you ARE the resistance. Keep your pencils sharp, and lock your windows after you've come in through them.
D/L'ed:
Al Green - The definitive greatest hits
Curtis Mayfiled - The best of
The Specials - The Best of the Specials
jj - jj no. 2
Tortoise - Beacons of Ancestorship
Reggae Hits - Volumes 1~37 = 3.49GB (fuckin hell)
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