"Next the statesmen will invent cheap lies, putting the blame upon the nation that is attacked, and every man will be glad of those conscience-soothing falsities, and will diligently study them, and refuse to examine any refutations of them; and thus he will by and by convince himself that the war is just, and will thank God for the better sleep he enjoys after this process of grotesque self-deception." (Mark Twain in The Mysterious Stranger)

I thought with the new political war raging on the Blog that I would throw Mark Twain on the fire with it. I don't know if the current conflict coincides with this particular quatation... but it certainly hints at it. Thinking that Mark Twain lived many, many moons ago... "Isn't it ironic... don't you think? A little tooo ironic! Yeah, I really do think."

So I started work the other day... I make the finest in key chains, license plate coverings, and all other art on plastic objects. It's work... but at least I am at some extent a contributing member of society. And soon my life will be flowing with the "milk and honey" of hard-capital. Self indignation derides human response and motivation to become. Becoming the essence of mortal existance (and no, that wasn't supposed to make sense). Amen.