Everybody knows things are bad. It's a
depression.
Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job.
The dollar buys a nickel's worth, banks are going bust,
shop-keepers keep a gun under the counter, punks are running wild
in the street, and there's nobody anywhere that seems to know
what to do.
And there's no end to it.
We know the air is unfit to breathe, our food is unfit to eat. We
sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that
today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as
if that's the way it's supposed to be.
We know things are bad; worse than bad.
They're crazy! It's like everything, everywhere is
going crazy.
So, we don't go out anymore; we sit in the house and slowly
the world we're living in is getting smaller and all we
say:
"Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me
have my toaster and my TV and my steel belted radials and I
won't say anything. Just leave us alone."
Well, I'm not going to leave you alone! I want you to
get mad!
I don't want you to protest and I don't want you to riot,
I don't want you to write your Congressman, because I
wouldn't know what to tell you to write.
I don't know what to do about the depression and the
inflation and the Russians or the crime in the street.
All I know is that first, you've got to get mad,
you've got to say: "I'm a human being, godd*mn
it! My life has value!"
I want you to get up now, I want all of you to get up out of your
chairs. I want you to get up, right now, and go to the window.
Open it and and stick your head out and yell:
"I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to
take this anymore!"
Not
For Want Of Trying by, Maybeshewill
livlivo · 1 decade ago
I had to watch this is Language Arts last year!
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