That’s the first "1,000 words." Here’s the second.
You know what? Since I’m tossing around clichés, here’s another: every time I see something like this, I laugh. It’s not because the image or its description is in any way funny. I’m laughing at you, dear reader. You; the one who thinks I just get way too worked up about the way things are going in the "Land of the Free." You; the one who thinks I overreact. You; the one who things I exaggerate.
I get the last laugh every time. But that’s only because nothing every changes. The picture at the bottom of this entry didn’t change anything, and neither will that one above.
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I find this picture excellent on so many levels, most of which are symbolic (I find the backstory, though important from a anti-War-on-Drugs perspective, somewhat irrelevant).
Things I like: it has a fantastic, surreal Norman-Rockwell-esque quality to it. It speaks volumes about the current state of freedom in America. And more than anything, it paints a bleak picture of our future, where the existence of the State is taken to it's logical conclusion: absolute control of every person's existence.