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"I'm mad as hell, and I'm not gonna take it anymore!" As anyone who knows me can attest, it's true. I didn't stick my head out the window at yell into the city because, well, it would just seem insane. Maybe it really is a popular sentiment, maybe it resounds with the legions of the disenfranchised and alienated and exasperated, but when there's just one person yelling into the night — when it's just me, all alone — nobody wants to hear about it. Which sort of defeats the point seeing as that's why we're mad as hell.

So I posted the quote on my away message, since it's not like I'm on television or anything. But maybe someday.

Okay, so I'm mad as hell and I'm not gonna take it anymore. Now what? I understand how the mere act of yelling at the world is significant: it's an act of defiance, it's a decision to reclaim one's humanity from the humanoid assembly line, it's a Marxist-Kantian-existentialist proclamation, "I refuse to be objectified, I am more than a means to an end, I choose to make my mark on the world."

But -- then -- what? I posted my little away message, and, and I recited my new mantra, and then... I still seem to be taking it.

My fight against the establishment isn't going very well.