i was never a good neighbor actually, nor a good citizen of the empire. i got the non-natives riled up though, now i'll leave them to their bland captive existence posting about flowers and sunsets waiting for obamaland to burgeon in the park and from the bone white conning tower ripple through the good neighborhood. 

 i'll forgo the subgroup in the good neighbor basement of dissent where one might go to speak to the other subordinates. the good neighbors say, our minds will not be changed. they prefer to live that way.