Everyone had a hammer and a chizel. We flew forward in a lurch only the C train could deliver. Anxiety and dread turned to patriotism and dinero and we were fine with that. Better not to be bogged down in the messy details, it's Miller time somewhere. Miller beer. Do you know where that comes from? If you knew, you'd probably switch brands. Personally, I don't know. It's probably brewed in one of the middle states, bottled locally, and skunked at the corner bodega in a rat infested basement guarded by a blind pitbull named Ruth.

In short, I am confident that we have successfully set ourselves up to be an audience to whatever war our government needs to keep the wheels greased and the most impact we will have is a muffled finger wagging. That said, lets take this opportunity produce greatness. What better time to do anything interesting? Recently I heard an interview with Chuck Close regarding his choice of subject and execution. As you can probably guess he decided to buck the trend and it paid off in spades. What was the trend? Being different. The problem is, once you get enough people on board with the concept of being different, you have a micro society, one which is more aggressive in its conformity than the society they are rebelling against and that inevitably creates a fascist environment. As a collective we are malleable and shaped into whatever form our master desires. As a nation, a people, a general collective, we are pursuaded too easily.

Here is the question I want everyone to ask themselves. Would I rather throw a punch or a party? That is what should dictate our actions.