“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
“I want to be a firefighter!”
“A policeman”
“A teacher!”
“I want to rip out the souls and the lost hopes of all the desperately deprived children in this room. I want to show them what it means to live and let die. They have no clue of the cruelty of the world, and I want them to be prepared for the corporate tidal wave that will wash them and hang them out to dry like crab shells. I want them to know of the commercialism plaguing the earth, while the middle-east lives on $2 a day, and we just sit in our bean bag chairs, eating Doritos, with or Samsung cell phones, our Sony TVs, our Wii, Xbox, PS3, all of our meaningless junk that takes up all our time. Our Dell laptops, Blackberrys, Rocketdogs, Vans, and let’s not forget … Coca Cola. The mother-ship. Adds every time you turn on the radio, TV … every time you get in the car … there’s a billboard with a pretty girl in a short skirt with a coke can saying “you want this, you need to drink coke to be cool, like me.” That is not real! I want these children to understand that we are not billboards for the corporate industry to plaster on at their every whim! Teacher, help me help these poor, warped children. They ARE the future, and our future is looking pretty bleak …”
