Expansion of knowledge...

I have tried to keep a book journal in the last year or two and I will not lie when I say that I have been horrible at it. I am trying again though, and this time I will be trying it here on this blog. It gives me something to write about more frequently and maybe will inspire me to read more (I do not read anywhere near enough). I will name all of these entries as "Personal Book Review 'Title of Book'" just to keep it tidy-looking. I'm reading a book this moment as a matter of fact, and it will hopefully be up and reviewed soon.
I wouldn't expect any valuable or astonishing from anything I read. I also don't expect all of my reading material will be books grandeous books of well-written glory, but it's all just for my own record and if you want to read it, then good for you.

*The sky is over...*

Chains held tightly on my ankles...

I can't imagine the state we are now in, although I think about it every day, maybe every hour. This totalitarian country masked as a democracy, a place of freedom. A land of opportunity where millions die of hunger, of fear, of lack. A land where the people get exploited, receiving minimum wages for the necesary jobs that no others are willing do. This is a country that promotes living in fear. Lock your doors. Hide your children. They are coming for you. For your families and loved ones and friends and neighbors. But who are They? They are the ones that are whispering in your ear, telling you to fear. Fear is their power. Fear to travel, fear to stay in place. Your homes are not safe, your lives are in danger. Fear. Fear the world you live in. Everyone is coming for you. 
We live in a land where those with power and money do what they want, what will give them more power and more money. Trample the poor. Crush the weak. We are nothing but fodder for the cows of the rich. Even their cows are worth more than the everyday man. Freedom, they cry. It is all in the name of freedom. Of choice. We have the "freedom" to speak, and scream, and mourn, and fear, but to act is to put us all in danger. To act is to spur their fire. They do not take kindly to the prodding of their livestock. Fodder is easily disposed of with oil and fire. And there is little way out, no true escape. It is our burden. We all have far too many roots, too many ties. It's the ball at the end of our many chains. Until we find the key we can only drag ourselves so far. But here we stand, downtrodden, jaded, afraid and overwhelmed by the mountain of wrong keys.