When this was all going on I was listening to the scanner - and everyone under the sun was responding. As someone close to the situation said to me "Way too many chiefs... But we had a metric fuck ton of Indians.."
When this was all going on I was listening to the scanner - and everyone under the sun was responding. As someone close to the situation said to me "Way too many chiefs... But we had a metric fuck ton of Indians.."
What is my joy if all hands, even the unclean, can reach into it? What is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? What is my freedom, if all creatures, even the botched and impotent, are my masters? What is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree and to obey?
-- Ayn Rand, Anthem (Chapter 11)