What do I feel like? Well I'll tell you.

It feels like the morning after a Roman invasion and we're walking through the rubble grabbing anything including wives from the rubble for our collections.

But even now the people don't know what they want so who's to say what the next step is. I realized that last night. The problem or the "failure to communicate" was the people don't even know what they want. They are so far beyond usefulness and hope they are literally shells of people walking to and fro.

You can't light a fire under their asses because they've become accustomed to the handout/gimme dat life.

Walking, living, breathing shells of a human.