The Patriot

“The notion that a radical is one who hates his country is naive and usually idiotic. He is, more likely, one who likes his country more than the rest of us, and is thus more disturbed than the rest of us when he sees it debauched. He is not a bad citizen turning to crime; he is a good citizen driven to despair.”
– H. L. Mencken

The country is an abstraction, designed by the few to enslave the lot.

I don’t particularly like it, but I can respect it.

You must not be surprised… (for hours and hours)

… that I am paranoid, considering;

I leave an empty road for my garage only to find the same road crowded when I re-enter with my car and get stuck in traffic for hours and hours,

the underground (or subway if you prefer) works flawlessly week after week until I dare a ride, and get stuck for hours and hours,

of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine – that is, into the same gin join I’d walked into a half hour earlier – and throws up on my shoes, leaving me at the cleaners on a Friday night for hours and hours.

Someone’s out to get me, hear me, someone’s out to get me.