I found this on Matt Good's site whilst searching for a facebook status. It intrigued me, so I share it with you.
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Different day – same shit. Morons at the helm the world over – we shoot each other, blow each other up, starve each other, ignore each other – fantastic sport. Guy Fawkes would be proud – nothing more attractive than gunpowder.
People ask and I respond – “It’s a passion. I do it every day because to me there is nothing more important than self education and awareness.” But I have to be honest, the echo of Johnny Rotten’s final utterance at The Winterland Ballroom in 1978 floats on my fringes – “Ever get the feeling you’ve been cheated?”
Well, don’t you?
The world should be blue in the face I reckon. I can see those fighter planes – truth is I want one. Every kid’s dream. Bomb Tehran, bomb Washington, bomb Ottawa, bomb the Kremlin, bomb Pyongyang – keep the dream alive.
Who wants nukes? I want nukes. I want to be the world’s first benevolent dictator. Everyone gets fed, everyone gets healthcare, anyone has a problem with it – well, we won’t go there. Every kid’s dream. Teach the world to sing in perfect harmony – at gunpoint.
Unfortunately, you couldn’t get your head out of your ass long enough to deserve a say in the matter. So you’ll go along, just like you do now. All your TV shows, all your favourite sports, all the things you want to own – they’ll all still be there. I ain’t no dummy. I know a perfect scam when I see one. You are a dummy, which is why it’ll work. And if you’re not then there’s always the chance that you might miraculously vanish into thin air.
As for religion, it’s a necessity. Mind you, it’ll be the religion of shut the fuck up. McNeil Consumer Healthcare and Bayer – out of business.
For everyone a golden bucket, crystal clear rivers, diamond faucets. A feather pillow on which to lay your head at night and dream – no life, no death, just you, a song on repeat.
I’ll be drinking freshly pressed coffee and eating tangerines fed to me by the world’s hottest women. I will look down and watch you as if ants, I will gift you the vapid glee that you so desire, I will sit on a great throne made of the bones of those that hunt endangered species and watch giant monitors for hours on end. At my fingertips the power to destroy the world, little silver buttons like shiny new dimes.
Every adult’s nightmare, every kid’s dream.
