Kids these days will grow up withered.

So I was in the bank a few days ago. Standing in line and watching the spokesman for the Bush administration peddle a fresh batch of tripe to the country. The volume was very low and those of us in line only a mere four feet away from the screen could not make out any of the words. So we were trying to piece together the context using the scrolling messages below the spokesman. The elderly woman behind me got it at the same time I did. She was old beyond description. White hair. Wrinkled skin that resembled the surface area of a Slim-Jim. A prime candidate for the revival of the California Raisins commercials.
"Oh, its just talking about Bush's surveilance thing." she said. "I've got nothing to worry about, I never say anything bad."
If it wasn't for the fact that she had a small child next to her I would have kept my mouth shut. However I did not want that child to grow up in submission to every money-hungry, sadistic, seemingly labotomized cowpoke of a facist president that this country is forced to endure. I broke my silence.
"Well, don't you think that they might abuse that power?"
She was obviously and understandably taken aback by my statement. "Well, if you stay straight you have nothing to worry about."
There was no arguing with her. She was stuck in her ways like cows that walk the same path through a pasture until there is nothing but a six-inch wide strip of bare earth. There was no changing that without inciting a stampede which I did not feel was appropriate in from of the child.
But the seed was planted. Or, at the very least tossed out onto fertile soil.