Folded thought of the day:

Carving my way through the night.  Picking up traces and 
following clues.  Talking with anybody I can corner...  

Dispelling myths about the evils of the empire.  Looking 
over my shoulder.  Laughing it all off.  I'm a rock 
skipping down the road.  

We're dividing our time between the smoke and the mirrors.  
Did you notice how they rallied behind that battle cry?  
Makes you wonder who's minding the store.  Who's asleep 
at the switch?.. maybe that's part of the gig.  Good work 
if you can get it. 

The coliseum is filling up.  And, as usual, I am running 
late.  Had to go out of my way to avoid the clever, 
tactical pursuits of the neighborhood bully.  Good thing 
I reserved a ringside seat.  They wanted me close to 
the action.  Wonder why?  

And that crowd's sure looking restless.  They've got 
hungry eyes.  But the concession stand's been boarded 
up for years.  Some sort of condemning that went down 
during the Peace Movement.  And now they're getting 
wait service in their box seats.  Why fight it?  

Just who's sacrificing who around here?