(cross drunk posted at dkos)
I’ve had no time to read the papers for the past few weeks. I’ve had to drink all day and night to forget her. But how can I forget her? she exists when I go to sleep and close my eyes.
But while I don’t read the paper I do see the headlines.
“wiretap”
“broad searches”
“domestic spying”
I know that my life and most of yours are on file in Washington DC. with pictures. with fingerprints.
accept it.
why reread 1984, when you have the Bush administration? we sink deeper into surreality every day.
When I was 21, I was arrested at a protest, hand cuffed, fingerprinted, charged. With inciting a riot and assaulting a police officer.
Now, all I had done was be part of a 250 person march in the streets of downtown pittsburgh. We didn’t have a permit, so the cops moved in, started a riot and the next thing I knew I was downtown.
Being booked.
It all worked out ok. Life moves on. But the paranoia.
Recharged, every day.
Can I trust my cellular phone?
Would I believe my government?
Who’s that knockin’ at my door…
It looks a lot like…
fascism, here in the beautiful keystone state, part of the shining city on the hill.
