Listen While I Play My Green Tambourine -OR- Nothing Up My Sleeve

This Land's Not Your Land
This Land's Not My Land
Codified.
But that's not important.

Sometimes it helps to remember that it's all pretty much an illusion anyway.

It must be Thursday. I've never gotten the hang of Thursdays.
The National Security roll call is summoned up... AGAIN.
Hey Barkeep! Another round of ginned up fear for EVERYONE!



People weren't paying attention. Their last nerve having frayed away, they were starting to emerge from their trance and - GULP- ask questions about stuff again. Great expectations having been dashed on CHANGE to believe in. The dog needs wagging.