a nation is only as weak as the duct tape that holds it together
Victor Hugo-Cartoon3 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
“Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.” by Victor Hugo.
What many don’t understand about our world today. Ambien, the Annie C., grace can explain in a mere blog.
I am nearing 23; closer to adulthood than childhood.
There are many more like me out there.
The children playing grown up but needing sedatives for the gyn appointment.
Boston was a tragedy this week. A plot stamped out on the historical and ste a nation is only as weak as the duct tape that holds it togetheralthy streets of Watertown.
The suspect could have been me. It could have been my bunkmate in Volunteering to be Blue while bombing out.
Quietly pissed at society for making us; fat, crippled by technology, phobia laden, upper middle class oblique individuals.
Yet, here we sit, at walk-a-thons for charities of the day. Handing out hotdogs and not knowing how to start conversations with strangers.
How do I know that the line between derelicts in New England and do-gooders in Virginia?
Because I am the bad thoughts that arise in the young adults of our nation.
I sell out. I conform. I blend in to the point of not being.
That is until someone similar to me or perhaps, exactly like me, snaps! Others treat their bodies like a temple. Confused children of upper crusty parents hate the world we have been given. To stuff the hate we volunteer, we hide in our art, we make nice, nice with the troop leaders. Still waters do not run deep for the Ambien Graces of this world. We are as shallow as the next bomb the is waiting to go off.
Fruitcakes without the fruit!
Perfect example, who would name their squad ‘Blue BOMBERS’ if they didn’t have other agendas they were working on?
