secrecy

the new age of fear is upon us, hailing down like ashes of a world on fire. allowing fear to wrest the remote control of reason away from our hands. our collective crash test safety obsessive compulsions keeping us disordered enough to reinvent a new gulag anti-terrorism archipelago of pol pot prison systems. shifting blame around, just as long as we see no evil, we will remain blissful and silent. speak not of torture except as the sexual perversion reserved only for the willing and consenting masochists.