Bombs away.

There are wars everywhere right now in the world. Some are more popular, with medias devoting hours and hours of clever analysis and strict selective coverage. I've been around different stages of passive participation in some of the more popular conflicts; confusion, anger, racism, all those colorful emotions that one feels when he really can't do anything about a situation, except cheerlead from an ocean away, or join a protest march, which in my opinion have become kind of a sad joke lately. I mean, whenever you see any action from the more 'radical' or 'active' organized groups in these demonstrations, pregnant women, old ladies and stringy intellectuals complain that, they tarnished the beautiful march with their insensible actions. How dare they sabotage the peaceful walk with witty slogan covered signs and amusing world leader papier-mache puppet! Why those politicians in their shiny offices, they were about to change their minds when they saw all those people walking, because you know there's nothing scarier than a orderly mob.
Now I really am not advocating violent uprising, but if you study a tiny bit of history, you realize quickly that, aside from a few freak incidents, society changes were usually based on a good dose of hemoglobin spilled at the seat of power. Governments are entities we create to centralize the use of violence. We allow it to manage our prisons, army, police force and law, because we often find this deal preferable to the mob's whim. But once in a while, the entity starts to believe its own propaganda, gets cocky with us, forgetting we were once a dangerous, salivating mob of ragged peasants with gingivitis and bed sores, armed with rusty pitchforks and sickles. That's when we revert to our most interesting state of single-minded flow of noisy flesh scented humans. How they tremble then, our tie and suit comb-over masters. Because part of them remembers the noose, the chopping block, the guillotine, the bullet-pocked dusty walls.
Sadly, the key word here is 'single-minded'. Once you have a mob diluted with peaceful intentions, like our expecting mother who's out for a nice stroll with her hippy friends, the schizophrenic snake tends to divide, wither and die before any reasonably organized police force. A friend's mother said, when asked to describe the current Quebec political situation: "People get sodomized brutally by the government, but they seem to like it, since they're asking for more".
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Speaking of which, I work in a very disgusting work environment. We are at least 200 male employees sharing a floor, with 2 washrooms totaling 7 toilets. And some people's diet really seem to produce the filthiest of results, like the ever appreciated "morning toilet breaker so it stinks like a corpse for the rest of the day" technique. There's also the inexplicable "toilet paper origami over the brown crescent" and "invisible bran that will still smell in 3 hours". I've lived for a year in the Hunan province in China, and I've seen my share of weird human waste monuments in the broken porcelaine. But we're talking of a country that has 1 300 000 000 digestive systems. We only have 200, what gives? I've got a theory that a diet consisting of mixing cheap coffee with anti-adhesive cupcakes in the morning, with cheap greasy pizza and fries for lunch, and a juicy fat quickly congealing because it's takeout burger with bacon for supper, tends to create the perfect conditions in the colon to manufacture those dreaded musky sausages we exhale from our rectal kiss. Because some people don't care about what's beyond their flaccid white ass. It's like the feel the need to stir shit to stink up a place that should be shared respectfully with other human beings. I bet they don't even wash their hands when they leave, too.