We the people...

We've hammered our tender fists on the door of the world until the bloodied stumps were finally answered by a cleaning lady who didn't speak our language but promised she'd leave a message with our celebrity slave master. Our acceptance of this serves as better evidence to those who oppress us that we will tolerate their injustices than our silence ever could have. We have shown them our worst, and while they mocked it we laughed at the show.