Dedicated to the victims of Mandalay Bay |
We're captivated and intoxicated. We're all hooked and we can't admit it. We live for the adrenaline rush that comes from violence. It's the status symbol and status report of our culture. Murder is on our streets, and pumps through our veins. It is what we eat. It fills our head and kills our heart. Until it blows our aorta apart.
From the dime store novels of wild west outlaws to brawls on the playground, from Saturday morning cartoons to Dirty Harry, from CSI to SVU, and from UFC to CNN, all fortified with violence. We live for the stuff, can't get enough murder and mayhem, uppercuts, and head shots, demolition derbies, and laser guided bombs. We'll spend all night getting piss drunk until we're begging for a fight. Do you feel lucky, punk? With tickets, taxes, and our time we'll pay for it all because violence is a value. The quickest high is watching another man die. Adrenaline addiction's gateway is the human eye
Professional football, pay-per-view title fights, and serial murderer’s stories in print or extra feature Blu-ray. Yes, we'll pay for them all.
Then we wonder why road rage, rape, and drive-bys show up in our neighborhoods. A few blocks away, for Christ's sake! We question the morality, sanity, and upbringing of others. We lament the decay of family values and basic respect for human life.
We constantly shake our heads and ask what's wrong with the world while watching a thrilling take-down on Cops. Show me your hands, mother fucker! The kids are playing Call of Duty and listen to Biggie Smalls way too loud in the media room...
... the wife is in the kitchen finishing up the dishes and muttering, “Oh, my God” under her breath, over the horrors of the day delivered into your home on MSNBC and every other network, channel, station, headline, everything you see. It's enough to drive you crazy and blow a bullet hole in our society. He stab a man for not saying please. Then, stood there and watched him bleed out with no empathy. Thanks for the lesson in civility. It's not real, Just the adrenaline rush through the glowing screen. So, give me another and another and another victim... I said, please.
Once in a while, you remember your fraying humanity and ask, "What's wrong with the world? Why are we going to shit?"
You voted for the law and order candidate. You just don't get it. You've done your part.
It's poetic and prophetic that the number one killer of men is failure of the heart?
It suits us right.
Hey, Seal Team Six… is that on tonight? With the plane exploding, screams, then a huge fire fight... then a grenade hits him right between the eyes. I love that part.... electrocuted... the shark tore half his leg off... and the cluster bombs...fucking awesome! (Fades into silence)
Yes, we will pay for it all.
In nightly single woman attacks, gangland style drive-bys, and our children's lives...
We are paying for it all...
To hell we go.
We reap as we sow.
We reap as we sow.
We reap.
We reap.
We reap.