A monologue

I hate what I see. I'm angry. Don't listen to London anymore. Refuse to be a mere appendix to 'market forces'. Don't want to constantly reconstruct my identity and my life in line with 'globalisation'. Don't want to be a looser all the time. Who is going to tell me what I want to hear? Tell me who I truly am? Give me certainty, and a purpose! Give me a hammer, and I will kick them! I will believe and follow you, destruction or not. Hate is my capital.

Done