No one is chasing me. No one is breaking down my door, though I do hate the government, hate the fat cow that I and it have become. But I am allowed to say these things. I am an American, in America. I am a white male in America. I have a bachelor’s degree from a respected American University. I have a Master’s of Fine Arts Degree from another respected American University. I have never been hungry, not really. In fact, as I said earlier, I am overfed. I am dying from diabetes, heart disease. I have been poor, but not so poor that I feared, truly feared, I might face more than slight inconvenience.

I am angry, I have the time to be angry. I have seen, constantly see things that make my heart seize as though I were trapped on a falling elevator, though this might also be the heart disease. I watch the news. (I have the time to.) I pay attention, sometimes. I’ve glanced at history. I’m educated. I know things. I can vote, though I don’t think it will do any good because every politician I see is the same, and if they aren’t, it matters little because the system is bigger than any politician. Regardless, the government only makes me angry when I read the papers. People are vile everyday. I can say this, I’m white. I have a savings account. I am safe.

It’s good to be angry. Anger helps the circulation. Anger is therapeutic. I have opinions. It’s my right to voice them, whether they are well-informed or not. I am an American. It’s my right to complain.

I don’t like the war. I don’t support the troops, either—they chose to be troops, what did they think, they’d never have to fight? (I’ve never fought for anything.) We are so terrified to say anything unless we offend some idiot in Kansas. I say fuck Kansas (I’ve never been to Kansas). I say fuck DC. (I’ve been to DC.) I say fuck fear. I say buy my book. It’s called F.U.C.K. Freedom Used to Cause Killing. Or maybe Feel Useless? Call Kelly. (I haven’t figured it out yet. But that’s what marketers are for.)

I support revolution, though I would die without conveniences. I support solving problems, looking beyond cliques and finding answers. I support saving the environment. It’s the people who need to go—they’re loud. You do it. You fix it. I’m tired. I’ve had too much sugar today. I need a nap. But I believe in you. Go to it. Fix it. Or burn it down. Whichever you think is better.

CL Bledsoe