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"Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence." - Robert Fripp We stand on the edge of national metamorphosis armed with hope and lengthy dreams, and the desire to leave the mistakes of the past far, far behind us.  Some wake to a blessed plague of amnesia hoping never to recover the damage that was done. Some keep marching forward feeling the heavy ache of everything they wish to change about themselves and our nation dragging behind them like a long, prolonged shadow. And still others shine above the sun, sparkling like raging cosmonauts, propelled by the strength and power of their pathological optimism. I tend to slingshot between a

My fellow degenerates, In a world where the likes of Rand Paul and Sarah Palin excel, where working people are the eager pawns for the filthy rich, where rats feed freely and the poor obey like insects, truth is certainly friction. In this case, the two opposing forces causing the friction are historical amnesia and pure pious stupidity. This is not new. It has always been a vital part of our national identity: freedom for some, slavery for others, liberty for all - except women, indigenous tribes, slaves, gays, & the Irish. As a people, we tend to detest truth. Indeed, collectively, we are unwilling to see the forest for the matchsticks. W