You have the right to remain violent.
You have the right to become what you hate, a place where people no longer have any rights, no longer a land of equal opportunity, but privilege for a precious few–most of them prodigious pricks–and penury for the rest.
You have the right to be spied on at all times for the rest of your life, suspected of a vast array of crimes both real and imaginary by authorities both mortal and divine (in other words, made up by a few empowered mortals to keep the clueless stood in line).
You have the right to consume ephemeral entertainments to distract you from everything that’s being stolen from you, down to the earth beneath your feet, and to fill yourself with empty calories until you’re too weak to run away from stampeding riot police.
You have the right to answer questions, but not to ask them.
You have the right to be mocked, exposed, and humiliated for all your human foibles by a hooded jury of your peers.
You have the right to be randomly imprisoned, tortured, and executed, here in the land of the free–free of love, free of peace, free of trust, free of joy.
If you don’t like it, go somewhere else. You might find it hard to escape a system that paralyzes everyone in its path. Most of the rest of the animals find they have no place here beyond overpriced plates in fancy restaurants and the wardrobes of warlords.
Life is dumb within the dome. You have the right to remain fearful, but cheerful.
Praise the puppets of power.
Keep your big nose clean, and we might choose to leave you alone
where you belong.
God bless this mess.