And So

Suffering from severe jet lag, I sit down to talk with my nonexistent friend.

I explain through a cloud how jobs are being lost here so that companies can cut wages and violate labor laws in other countries and that those countries accept such abuses because they are too poor and powerless to do otherwise.

While cats tug at my brain, I harp upon the complicity of the media in covering up the truth of America's international policies and other atrocities because they are subservient to corporations and the government.

A cap of lead is slowly covering my head while I attempt to assert why the WTO and the IMF is bad and not good.

My eyelids disobey my brain and twitch while I discuss the intricacies of a software program and how, even if a software company starts out with good intentions, it can still fail to achieve them and become just another corporation.

I float away on a cloud leaving behind a summary of how activism is the only hope for the future and how I have little time to help out with causes I believe in.

I fall from the cloud with the realization that I am failing to live up to my own ideal.