Remember when we were so happy, throwing rocks at each other while eating corn flakes on the roof? Remember? I don't remember. That's for sure. The forecast warned of wind. I'd be wise to slap on 2 *** guards, just in case. In a perfect world everyone would be special and sharing and grateful for every molecule of food that the government allocates to them. Everyone would have what they need when they need it. If you lose your yearly allocated toothbrush you can apply for a replacement in 1 of 3 patriotic colors: bone, tan & black. Need a sugar cube to sweeten your chicory? That's easy. Each comrade will get a sugar cube.