A wealth of time misused. Crisis at the door.

Just frogs in the jaws of a monster.

What can be said that hasn't already been said......that too? What arrangement of words, what emphasis placed on syllables, is there anything left that is new, original, something that up until this moment of crisis on crisis, has not been thought of or brought to mind?

The fact is I am just too speechless and my lack of comprehension is so infinite that I have completely lost my way within this matrix called The United States. So this is freedom, this ability to write about that over which one has no control. And this right to dissent too may soon become a relic of pre-911 United States. I await the unannounced 3am fun squad with increasing trepidation.

I just want to be a happy Gator, like I was before George W. Bush. You can say what you will about Carter and Clinton, they offer no competition, Bush stands alone and apart as the man on whose watch the United States of America lost it's cool, lost it's cred, and now is loosing it's collective mind in the greatest financial crisis since the Great Depression. We trusted with trepidation our countries leaders to keep us Great, and that was not prudent, and now millions of United Statesians, or lets call ourselves Staters, are loosing our shirts, pants and underwear. Now they're out for our nuts. Take our manhood, take our fight.

That dream of being naked in public is becoming a reality for the poor huddled masses that are precipitating out of our once great though layered society. The layers are disappearing in our sleep, and we are led to believe we dreamed them. So stratified are the remaining ones that to me, it seems we are competitors in the arena, much like the Roman Coliseum. And the top layer is in the sky boxes, watching on in amusement, as we are turned loose to fend for ourselves, and ultimately begin to turn on each other to survive another day, another minute.

We are trying to support one another now. But in time, if things don't change, we will be in each other's faces first, then at each other's throats.

We are The Games they play.