That Madman is Me

The reality of these men, the cross-cut section of America, wasting their lives away in meaningless dreams of wealth and unachievable visions of happiness.

For years upon years they toil at industry's dirty work, laboring away their life and health. They work unhappily for they need the money to better themselves - but only if they knew that bettering one's self financially only inhibits the mind's ability to free itself from this world's - this government's, oppression and brainwashing.

No one sees the injustice, the complete shattering of the original constitution - that true visionaries put to paper for the rest of America to follow as truths of humanity.

Since the 1960s these values have become distorted and individually manipulated by private businesses, and the worst and perhaps most dangerous culprit, the US government.

Someone must desperately slap awake the populace of this sleeping nation. The common man must see the lies. Witness the scandals, be a patron to the awakening of thought.

Who in existence can accomplish such an enormously difficult task?

One must be insane to attempt to grip the government in a handshake and then twist that hold into an arm wrestling lock, fighting for the truth with only brute force as an ally.

Perhaps that madman is me.