145. Anarchy
Time for a wee bit of mayhem. Ok, maybe not a little. A lot. A heck of a lot.
Are we all ready to take up arms against our oppressors (just like how Bishop Tutu did, if U2 is to be believed). And just who are our oppresors? Heck if I know. Just that the sentence sounds fun. Taking up arms??? Woo-hoo! Sign me up!
Seriously though, those of us who've been around for a bit may have an inkling to what I'm alluding to. The way the world works is just that there will always be a sorry ass group who are being oppressed, and some really mean sonobitches doing the oppressing. And it doesn't end there either, sometimes the oppressor ends up being the oppressee when there are even meaner and bigger sonobitches around. Confused yet? Ah good. Hush now.
Anyway, think of it. We each of us have our oppressors. And we each of us oppress others to a certain extent. Our oppressor could be our bosses, our parents, our wives, our girlfriends/boyfriends, our friends, and even those little disturbing voices in your head. The word oppress
K, admittedly it's not exactly the right time of the year to think about revolution or razing the streets of KL, pillaging the pillars and towers of high society and dragging them pretentious bastards on the streets...all the while shouting Die fools die!!!!!!!!!!!!!! from the top of our lungs.
The conclusion of this mindless rant? Fuck if I know. But boy, it sure was fun!
