The simple querks of men and women jitterbug
their way to a new understanding.
A generation raised on information,
We know everything.
We know because it's easy,
and everywhere.
Knowledge is now wireless.
We know everything and know we know everything...
and we want you to know it too.
We know everything because we read your fucking blog.
How long before entire lives are youtubed?
We better get better at keeping secrets from eachother.
Responsibility is an anecdote at best these scare tactic days,
Freedom is a LCD screen and Public Action is an E-mail (sent to spam).
"Someone tell me if we're so smart," said the surprisingly wise mechanic,
"then what does 'governmental continuity' and 'presidential directive' mean?"
I couldn't even tell him.
Neither could my Senator's Office.
Since when does "we're working on it" substitute as a definition for words that are delierately misleading.
As if to say, that the mighty Cinna is a fool who cares about the world and justice about as much as he cares about his fingernail polish...which is none at all.
A phone call, an email, a poem...it won't change much. Probably nothing.
It will
be recorded,
somewhere,
for someone to see.
I am unhappy. A lot of us are unhappy.
Sometimes we're happy, but it's rare these info driven days.
Cause we know.
We know everything.
We know (by now),
that emails can't change the world.
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Plagiarism is a misdemeanor, usually punishable by fines of $100-$50000 and up to one year in jail.
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