"But why would today be any different from any other day"
They stole the light from our eyes, the spring from our step, the sparkle and luster of life. They cracked the will, wore us down, ran roughshod over our dreams. They have made us feel jaded, cynical, bitter. We choked on our pride and bought into their lie, their dream, their system. It worked as we always knew it would for us, not one bit. We know of sackcloth, ashes, rent garments, and unheard cries to heaven. We remember another time, another way. Cracked we might have, but broken we were not. We are not and will never be cogs in the wheel. Our blood, sweat, and tears will not lube the machine till we have nothing left and are cast aside. We will live on our terms, by our rules, and we will have our gilded age back. We will get our rakes and rash wantons(that was a great one M), our knights errant and damsels fair, our opulant decadence, our passion for things of substance and meaning, back. We will be joyous and triumphant. The youthful sparkle and rosy cheeks will return. The artistry, grace, and elegance, that has been reduced to smouldering embers will once more light the night sky. When this year is over and be sure, we will send it out like it was, in a haze of smoking, drinking, and debauchery and usher in our new gilded age. And should they deny us our chosen existence, we'll gather our gas and our fiddles, and play while we burn the fuckers down.