If you find this impressive, you should see my toilet.
But really, what good can the individual do in the current democratic model? Past, of course–what did she want from Trader Joe’s? Some knishes, yes, but what else?–voting, donating time and money to those causes the individual supports, attempting through involvement in groups of like-minded persons to make the single voice a chorus, but–shit, and I forgot the shopping bags. We spent the money on the stupid goddamned shopping bags, and I left them right there by the door, and when I get home she’s going to be all like environment this and reduce, reuse, recycle that, which probably means that sex is right out of the picture tonight, and–when you have a supreme court that effectively rules against free speech, rules effectively for speech-only-for-the-highest-corporate-bidder, if that isn’t too shrill, too far-left-of-left, you really start to wonder what the individual voice is capable of, start to question the basic tenets upon which this fragile enterprise is based, start to question even if the mythos of “by, of, and for the people” has any any historical basis in fact, or if it is and always has been a long con, and what then? And what–Soy milk. She wanted me to get soy milk. And toilet paper. Can’t forget that.
