Life of a pirate, shit it's hard.

In the real world, I am a good citizen. I don't steal from stores or local businesses. I do not shop at Walmart (which steals from lives.)

But virtually I am such a bad person. Daily I steal free music via music blogs and download free software that should cost me hundreds. The latter I feel less guilty about but there is still a bit that pangs me about the former. In this country we do not respect artists. That is a given. I mean, every time someone asked me before I moved from Columbia what I wanted to do with my life (what a stupid question to ask someone at a party, anyway) I replied with... oh, you know, writing. I write poetry. They would tell me, "HA! Really? Well, I meant, HOW ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE MONEY?" God, enough money to survive, folks. I don't give a fuck about it outside of that. Anyway, people in Kansas City 1. don't ask me that question and 2. if they did they would not respond with that remark unless I were at a bro bar. That will not happen. I would also not be asked that at a bro bar.

Unfortunately, if it weren't for free music downloads, I am not sure where I would hear my music unless it were through segments on NPR. Just imagine, my whole personality and taste based off of NPR music in between shows. There is also this whole democracy thing. I really stand in balance.

Yesterday I read an article written from an Anthropological standpoint, one of the few perspectives that make complete sense to me. This was also one of the few classes that was an easy A for me and for no one else, which I found laughable. I'm a bitch. The stoners in the class couldn't wrap their minds around mind-expansion. This cracked just about any kind of social stereotype I wanted to think up for anyone. Back to the point, it said that money is only "magico-religious" thinking and that while it does seemingly affect lives it doesn't have to. It shouldn't have to. And that it's only a social agreement that we continue to agree upon. This I have always thought. I have never understood the real "value" behind a bunch of numbers on a screen. You know, besides faking it. I don't believe in it. You insert a money system into isolated tribes in the world and it literally changes their relationships with each other. But the only way to change this "social agreement" that I have been forced to agree upon there would have to be a violent uprising and eventually a secession and frankly, I don't see this happening. I mean, there are so many reasons why this country is ripe for a revolution right now but there is not shit happening. I read about this all of the time. In fact, I search for it. The writer of the article had "hope" that our minds would change soon enough and we'd "gain perspective." Or whatever. Ha, yeah right.

And no, I am not a drunk asshole at a party bitching. I am really not some internerd hacker looking to cause trouble. I'm just a person who listens and observes and has a fucking humble opinion that I don't spout. That's all.

Anyway, I lost my point here. I am a bad virtual person. That starving folk musician from Lee's Summit? Yeah, he's talking about me. You know, the PIRATE.