working backward. peaking frustration. nervous ninnies in high rises with binocular vision keep calling the guns on me and copp for having the audacity to play on the ice. po lice treat everybody like idiots,  like everybody treats dogs. "what if your dog just decides to run  away across lake michigan".  i tell them there is no way in this hell that is going to happen. they are the idiots. it's idiotic to assume everyone is stupid. granted most humans are stupid, but what a world that assumes everyone is incapable of thought or instinct,  every dog too retarded to be off leash.  now that is a stupid world.  eventually, soon, each one of us will not only be living in such a benighted world, but in such a benighted world with drones,  hovering around our cell-phoned heads, looking for insurgents, targets, and like that kid in waziristan, it's not a world i want to inhabit.

bringing the war back home.