Fucking reverse 911 kept me up all god damned night. I dont need 26 phone calls telling me to stay inside.
Fucking reverse 911 kept me up all god damned night. I dont need 26 phone calls telling me to stay inside.
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)