when fred and barney rubble (please kill me) indoctrinate me in my own home and try to tell me that mr. slate's got it rough on his corporate throne, ";yeah, mr. slate, boys, has bigger problems than we've ever known, and a man like deserves respect and your respect alone"; indoctrination to keep you in your place, brainwashing to enslave the human race. they'll get you when you're young and forever they embrace (were you dropped as a baby? cuz brains you lack-anthrax) a gov't self-portrait, an evil we must face (and replace), you've convinced me that a working class stiff (but a proud one!) is what i am and that for minimum wage in this state-run cage that should always do the best that i can. just do what i'm told till i'm to old to move my broken, twisted carcass out of bed. don't take a stand, just take commands until i'm dead. |