How far do we think?

“Been watchin’ much TV lately.”

      “Da, yeah.”

      “Makes me think of that Beatles song.”

      “Which one?”

      “Revolution, ‘You say you want a revolution. We’d all love to see the plan.’”

      “Good thing we live on a farm. The only revolution we have to worry about is maybe from our pigs, like in ‘Animal Farm’.”

      “The thing that gets me is that in the Middle East people are watching TV and saying WOW, why don’t we have a revolution!”

      “The Internet too.”

      “And they go let’s create a webpage and everybody party and have a revolution, because someone else is having a revolution, and we might win, and wouldn’t that be better than what we have now?”

      “It might be really exciting just to do it and see if we can get away with it.”

      “Because we aren’t working, and our lives are boring, and we could be famous, and we could get together with a lot of people when we’re mostly lonely, and it would be really exciting and we could be on TV, and get interviewed and be somebody.”

      “Like ‘On The Waterfront’, Marlon Brando, ‘You don’t understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am, let’s face it.’”  

      “But, life isn’t a movie.”

      “And the Internet isn’t God.”

      “And if you play games then you might skin your knee.”

      “Or worse.”

      “I don’t think people think much about what they are doing.”

      “I saw this other show where they said exactly that. That humans as a species tend to think well in the short term, where am I going to sleep tomorrow, but where they might be in five years; they usually don’t have a clue.”

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