There's that line from that Billy Joel track that says "I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints". Laughing at how fucked up things were and parodying them with varying levels of subtlety was really the only way I could deal with things. Being a dadaist was just easier than committing myself to actually fixing the problem. Today I'm not feeling like such a troll. I've just got a montage of bullet points resonating through my skull like an 808 drum line and all I know is it makes me feel like I am going to cry. Here's a sample:

• The ever-increasing burden of the disabled through federal subsidies is creating an entire class of people that do nothing but abuse drugs and fuck because they'll never have anything better to do with their lives.
• Pornography is degrading for all parties involved. The viewers, the actors, the production staff, and cultures that fall victim all around the world. The same can be said for advertising.
• The public displays of sexual excess such as Pride parades, Mardi Gras and San Francisco public parks are an attack on legitimate human sexuality. I don't care what you do, but stop wearing your fucking sexuality on your sleeve.
• The distribution of birth control to minors is absolutely repugnant. Abortion should be treated with murder charges.
• The endless attacks on small enterprise through mandatory bureaucracy and usury will end with every industry being owned by the investment class.
• The base assumption of central bank economics, that there will be more people to pay off the inflation debt of the future, means that our entire society is based on a Ponzi scheme that is going to end with the exhaustion of all available natural resources. Citizens of this country will be increasingly encouraged to consume their own filth.
• Ultimately, all this excess here means that good people living simple lives elsewhere are being humiliated, tortured and robbed so that we can briefly delay hitting bottom on our downward spiral.
  

Democracies don't work and neither do representative Republics. Majority rule doesn't work in mental institutions. Something has to be done. I finally have realized that someone has to be in charge. Someone has to be there to say, "no, you fucking ape, you're going to act like a decent fucking human being" and possibly apply some corporal punishment to drive the point home. I'm a fascist.

I can now put the finger on exactly what has been missing from my life all this time: someone worth being inspired by. Bring me your fledgling Hitlers, your huddled Stalins, your soon-to-be Marcus Aureliuses. I'll work my whole fucking life if need be to make sure one of them throws a successful coup. Someone has to be there to keep the cattle in line, and it sure isn't me. I'm not charismatic or handsome or iron-willed enough; I'm just another dude disappointed in the direction of human civilization. So please, if you've ever thought about getting me any sort of gift, pick me up a charismatic man who is in control of himself and his environment. A dictator, a dictator, my kingdom for a dictator.