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As it was in the beginning, so it was in the end, thousands of gallons of jet fuel expended just so I could have the privilege of passing a few quarts of urine in three countries' airports--Czech Republic, Holland, and the USA--all in the same day, not to mention several pints of asparagus-enhanced pee flushed chemical blue (now it's green!) into the bowels of the aluminum cylinder that hurtled us home to Sea-Tac in Washington state, where the SUVs circled the arrivals area like an army of occupation, outsized armored vehicles behind whose tinted glass self-satisfied drivers sat, removed as much as possible from each other and concerns for a world that's only hinted at through surroundsound car stereo speakers preaching distraction and lies of omission. Back in the land of zombies, where billions spent on prescription drugs promising hair, hard-ons and happiness is A-OK, whereas 700,000 are arrested for possessing seed, stem, and leaf of a ubiquitous weed which eases pain and has hundreds of practical applications. Day after day, the newspapers say more terrorist attacks are inevitable. This guessing game is the latest craze--will it be apartment bombs, nukes, or germs weapons grade?--while domestic crimes such as election fraud, Enron scandal, and corporate tax breaks are pushed to the back page. It doesn't have to be this way. |
