I'm listening to Metallica's 'Black' album right now, quite loudly. I find it to be a good way to get the morning started. It also reminds me to release any repressed anger or frustration I might have floating around in the dark chasm of my mind, because if I let that stuff roam around freely, it tends to grow like a tumor and eventually the consequences of such a cancer become quite painful and deadly.
As usual, though, I have to point out that when I say bad things about the U.S.A., I'm not talking about the relatively few people I love, respect and admire who happen to live within it's borders -- prisoners unaware of the confinement in which they currently reside. Most of my favorite people in the world are stuck living in America, so this is always an interesting subject of discourse. Many of them are actually happy and comfortable living in the U.S. -- I used to be the same way. My perspective has changed a bit due to my own life experience and intimate encounters with reality.
