I'm drenched in this media saturated culture that governs the emotions of our youth like a dog and his hunter.
You think you've got teeth until you realize the hunter has his gun. He can reach you from your television, your internet, your friends, strangers, billboards; virtually anywhere.
He influences the rest of the dogs to think like him; identify the good from the bad--all from his discretion.
How can you run away when he's got you on a leash? You need money to break it, but you have to play by the rules to make it. And even once you're out, this is his forest.
We're trained to think like the hunter. Look like the hunter. Be the hunter. But we're dogs. And sooner or later we will realize we can't be him. We can dress in his clothes or talk the way he talks. Walk the way he walks, and bark the way he barks. I won't go as far to say that he's better.
There's more of us, after all. And he needs his dogs to function.
Oh how one day I'll have the gun, and show him what a bullet really tastes like.
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