Posted by Drake Armitage on April 05, 2002 at 11:15:10:
In Reply to: Re: Why do u give a fuck?! posted by Tim Cratchit on April 03, 2002 at 01:22:38:
First, and foremost, you insult his writings with the generalizations that you do. A "sci-fi" is quite possibly the broadest term. Orwell fine tunes his psycological theories in accordance with restricted human sensations. The true audience he bled to were those who must now return to the recesses of monkey-wrenching and petty corruption. A simpletons life I lead because not enough people pay attention to what's really happening. I pity those who deface a true human description and what taxing role our current government and wealthy propers play upon goes unheeded. Begin the large movement of common people forming together and battling those of Washington D.C. To my militant readers, please bear with the observation, then go about your proceedings.
Currently, I live in a filler town between two large metropolisis, as well as a once thriving Great Lake wilderness. My environment has become physically dominated by human made objects. I sit in a wooden chair, if that comes close enough for you. I'm typing on a computer. It seems as though a flurry of capitalistic products has consumed my human ambition. I long to return to the days of the True Constitution. That which grants man Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness. It's as simple as that folks. Then I went and created a gun. Then a car. Then cigarettes (a terribly corporated version of the real stuff, marijuana. I smoke every day.)
Furthermore, I call out to my readers who should happen to meet me on George Orwell's intellectual level. You met me that far, now put these practices to legalization. Marijuana is the number one cash crop of the U.S.
Those who smoke it live on a sociologically secure bond with the other smokers. All come together to enjoy something they know is causing no harm. Other than that inflicted by the paranoia of the local police, or the county, or state, or federal, or international. Wow, that seems like a pretty scary thing, all those levels of power. Where do I stand on that scale. Well, I do work light industrial labor for a wage that barely keeps me fed. Well, I have been fed something else, a full bowl of Bull Shit. I'm not living in this country by choice. My persona has been comfortably equipped with mind warping exposures, and this isn't one of them.
Fight the police, fight your judge, do anything you can to change the way your city, or your farm acres, or any area of people that still talk to eachother. Soon, all conversation will be monitored. Through cell phones, to home phones, to emails. I've lost human element. Well, if I'm not on the computer, where do I go. I could go outside, but it's pretty cold. I'm wearing a nice nylong jacket to help that out. I might see someone in their car, but they only glance. In actuallity, I'm thinking of ripping her clothes off at my house. I want to get extremely naked with the girl sitting next to me.