PROZAK
seasonal / special
Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this
interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of
everyday routine—the security of the familiar, the tranquillity of
repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of
commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually
associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody
struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this
November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking
some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.
There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even
now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will
soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in
lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer
the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of
truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this
country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression.
And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you
saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your
conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's
to blame? Well, certainly there are those more responsible than others,
and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're
looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you
did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease.
There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason
and rob you of your common sense.
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