Forget It

I was going to write a post about who pissed off I am with the inadequacies of our current government with their lack of culpability and the downright Hammer-esque "can't touch this" attitude. Honestly I got so stressed while writing the first paragraph that I had to stop, so here's a different tack :

Vincent Browne: I imagine that right now you're feeling a bit like Alice. Tumbling down the rabbit hole?
Naive member of public: You could say that.
Vincent: I can see it in your eyes. You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees because he's expecting to wake up. Ironically, this is not far from the truth. Do you believe in fate?
NMP: No.
Vincent: Why not?
NMP: 'Cause I don't like the idea that I'm not in control of my life.
Vincent: I know exactly what you mean. Let me tell you why you're here. You're here because you know something. What you know, you can't explain. But you feel it. You felt it your entire life. That there's something wrong with the world. You don't know what it is, but it's there. Like a splinter in your mind -- driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me. Do you know what I'm talking about?
NMP: Our government?
Vincent: Do you want to know what it is?
[NMP nods his head.]
Miriam: Our government is everywhere, it is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window, or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work, or when go to church or when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.
NMP: What truth?
Vincent: That you are a slave. Like everyone else, you were born into bondage, born inside a prison that you cannot smell, taste, or touch. A prison for your mind. [long pause, sighs] Unfortunately, no one can be told what our government is. You have to see it for yourself. This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back.
[In his left hand, Vincent shows a blue pill.]
Vincent: You take the blue pill and the story ends. You wake in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. [a red pill is shown in his other hand] You take the red pill and you stay in HSE-land and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes. Remember -- all I am offering is the truth, nothing more.


Note: Battles incidentally rock and play Vicar St on May 15th