I think I want to get arrested.. Just so the feds will come in and organize my stash.. and take pictures for the insurance company for me.
I think I want to get arrested.. Just so the feds will come in and organize my stash.. and take pictures for the insurance company for me.
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)