February 3, 2003
	Where are we going, I mean truly, do we have an aim?  Aristotle says that we do: that humans are always driving toward the “good.”  But are we?  It’s starting to seem that the idea of the good has been lost.  It’s been locked away in a secret Iraqi cellar, or buried in some shallow grave in South America like so many missionaries are each year.  We’ve sent out our idea of the good on the world, and forgotten about it, until it drops its swollen, decaying body on our oval office desk, or on some tall buildings in an economic center.
	America: The “savior” of the heathen world, the capitalist, egocentric, obese ruin of the world.  The profession of knowledge about the idea of good has always resounded through the halls of capital buildings and on the floors of trading areas; through the streets of colonial Williamsburg, and from the lips of flappers and disco divas; outside bootleggers houses, and in the bedrooms of a seduced nation.  America has always felt a sense of self-righteousness about the situation.  Always felt that they have it right, and that the rest of the world is struggling to catch up to the Most Favored Nation.  They claim to know where we’re going.  They claim to be steering us to the good that Aristotle spoke of.  Yet, what are we heading for?  Toward war with Iraq for the second time about oil and arms.  Toward creating more hatred for the Great White Satan from smaller, oppressed countries who are willing to sacrifice everything for what they see as the good.  This isn’t to support the actions of those individuals involved in the September 11th events.  Their view is skewed, too.  But their spin on the subject is just as valid as America’s.  They were striking out against what they saw as the cause of injustice: Bush is forcing us to strike out against what he views as injustice by means of oil oppression and unaccounted for arms.  Who’s to say either side is right or wrong?
	Aristotle said that man is always pointed at achieving “happiness” or “a worthwhile existence.”  Neither of the aforementioned groups were acting toward this.  So, if the “good guys” and the “bad guys” (neither of which really exist as such, but are instead both merely “different guys”) both have it wrong, then where are we going?  Where has the idea of the good gone?  Is all hope lost?  Maybe so.  It’s hard to say at this point.
	The only thing that is clear is the photographs and film of the bloated, maggot-infested, gangrenous bodies that are piling up on the head of the oval office, and on the heads of the CEO’s, on the heads of those who are “just following orders,” on the heads of the drive-thru window attendants, bagboys, and postal workers, on the heads of a nation blinded.  Blinded by its own goal: The American Dream.  The idea of “If I can just get mine, I’ll be happy.”  The image of a mass grave of rotting, staring, and hemorrhaging corpses of mothers, brothers, sisters, fathers, sons, and daughters chocking and burying alive all those who stood silent and watched the idea of the good be exiled from the realm of humanity becomes clearer everyday wasted.

Feb. 2003
	Why is it when things look so bleak and down,
	That something comes along to turn it upside down?
	To right the wrongs, with clear delight,
	To knock it all down, and set it up right.

"The Edge...there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over." ~Hunter S. Thomson~