Another hero. Another terrorist. Another brave marine. Another hole in the ground. Until tomorrow when we'll repeat. Stay with us to see a world record: a mammal gave birth to 8 great ideas simultaneously, and much more after this commercial break.
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Why is there an acute need for heroes and terrorists instead of a desire for reason, understanding, evolution and progress? Is there because we are too many and stupid and we must be kept in line as cattle? How long must the conservatives live under a rock and what would take for liberals to be less obtuse? Why we keep being the set designers, grip personnel and lame actors for this soap opera? Why do we keep allowing this grotesque directors to force us to hit the mark, take after take? Repeating myself, are we that stupid? Indeed we are.
Everyone is a terrorist or a hero! Isn't it? Why we end up in countless hours of barren debates, viewing from all impossible angles the effect instead of debating rationally, without concern for rating, the cause. Finding the answer might represent an innate fear, of recognizing how feeble we are.
It doesn't matter that those pirates are in a continuous famine, it's pointless to say that our great car industry innovated not much after the replacement of the horseshoe with a very goodyear tire – 8 miles a gallon is such a great achievement in over a century that we still have to behave like barbarians, conquering countries and bowing to friendly dictatorships which marry their 8 year old daughters.
That a youngster – in 35 states of our united nation – has no shot at life but through a soldier's rifle viewfinder. The conjuncture hero, the nobody of tomorrow.
It is redundant as is humorous to ask these primitive primates not to multiply like cockroaches. Being so many, allows this farce to march on. Allows us to search for rating, be manipulated, stupid and just happy to not be in the other poor motherfucker shoes.
The joke:
Oedipus enters in a bar. He says: What's up, guys?
The guys reply: what's up, motherfucker?!
Thus, this show must go on. Don't you dare to think because you might call off tomorrow's rehearsal.
Recommended song: Show must go on by Queen