Heres the thing. With modern technological advances, sprawling media coverage of everything and anything whether meaningless of meaningful, and a culture of significance assigned to insignificant things, it's pretty easy to call a spade a spade. It becomes pretty easy to root for number 1. It becomes pretty easy to forget about what burns in your heart at the expense of what makes sense in your mind. It becomes easy to accept appearance that is superficially superimposed upon reality.

These unreal things become real easy.

Check it: So I was watching the olympics tonight, as a good American should, and I came across a strange concept. What if for some reason, 8 meant 1. What if for some reason, Michael Phelps felt that whoever finished last in the 200m butterfly can take his 7th metal, he doesn't need it. What does it really mean anyway? He still won the race, and he knows it. I don't want to get reward confused with some kind of communist plot to make things equal but hear me out and try this simple act.

Listen to 8 just as hard as you would listen to 1.

Root for the other guy, and the underdog. They might just surprise you.

Good to be back

SL