A State of Confusion - Chapter 1: Friday. It takes a blessed man to see past the dust and rubble.

To have hope for the future we have to be hopeful. What do we truly have at our disposal to hold on to? The country looks like sand from up high, where everything you touch crumbles and the only thing tangible is the fact that it is flawed. We are flawed. We are bathing ourselves in tears and waiting with bandaged and outstretched arms, waiting to be given things we were promised and told we deserved. Oh that man that the we gave our futures up for is waving his finger already; we have set ourselves up for not only failure, but for denial of everything we built with ruined hands to be worth anything at all. There is implosions, explosions, we are bustling, brewing, and choking and so offtrack that smoke is fogging our vision, and it seems even the way our mind works. What we have failed to notice as a country is that government is a business. No matter if we like this or not, it is the absolute truth. They have their own agenda. They have internal marketing departments, promotions, and incentives. Fueled by competition, they too strengthen their plans to gather consumers of all kind, no matter the race, social status, sex, or age. Yet one thing this "government corporation" can do is actually get away with false advertisement. These scams of theirs takes YOUR money and promises you jobs and a secure future. Can this really be promised? A vacuum dealer can promise that when you buy their product, your floor will be cleaner, guaranteed. The easy way to prove this is by using their product. So YOU tell ME that when we send our money, sealed up nice and tight in a little envelope of some sort, when are we guaranteed what we are promised? When do we see our jobs; when do we see our children's tuition lowered; when are we going to be able to afford the life we live? But if we do not "invest" in our higher power's plan, are we being unconstitutional? Are we being unnationalistic? Are we being...terrorists? By God, please say it is not so. It seems our questions are answered by more questions and we are left to only wonder, cry, and worry about the land we love, or at least, loved. The only thing we are promised is that it will take time until we can live again.