Friday, September 14, 2007

Why I Hate (almost) Everything But Don't Lock Myself In A Small Dark Room Crying For My Teddy

Imagine you're a turtle on a beach.

There's never been anything but you and your turtle friends on this beach.

You were born on this beach, and you'll die on this beach.

You've never seen anything past the horizon of the water or the dunes of sand on the beach.

Your life on the beach is a fine, quiet life, and it's all you know.

So, Turtle on a beach... try explain the concept of Government.

How the hell do you know?

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