It's just me, your neighbor. I'm the girl next to you in line at the grocery store. Someone who puts her pants on one leg at a time. Not too much to look at, not a scientific genius or literary laureate. Came from nothing and hoping to be something.
I'm carpooling with my buddy and I tell her my theory.
I'm not much for conspiracy theories, but I do think there can be a degree of truth in them. I know people and I know my own mind. I can see how strong emotions can control you… a little greed or anger can go a long, long way.
NPR is always on in my car, at my desk, and one of my favorite things on tv is the BBC news—bit of news nerd. Knowing that about me, you can guess that even when I'm not consciously listening, the nut case in the back of my head is listening. That little nut in the back row tosses up information occasionally—not always complete thoughts, but enough to get the conscious interested.
I'm telling Missy--remember what happened with Enron? And with the electric companies in California? How they orchestrated the rolling black outs? And Halliburton? How about those non-existent weapons of mass destruction? Whatever happened to Colin Powell?
I'm also thinking about the phone monopolies and some of the other major corporate crap the country went through… and I'm remembering The Jungle and the grip of the company store.
I continue with Missy… I don't want to sound like a crank, but I've been putting two and two together. I think it won't be long before we hear something about the gas companies.
Yes, she agrees.
What do we do? How long do you think people can go on like this? I'm near the breaking point. I can't be alone. I'm just not sure where to start.
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