Digits ash lithium stogies. We're so far gone we can't even Light an honest to Abraham cigarette these days. Nope. Just these Digital effigies. These post/share/tweets, these Proletariat clicks and mutters smolder On the fingers of the Has-Beens and Never-Wills. We are right where they want us... Trickle-charged Infants tethered to the motherboard. Umbilicated Spectators & Bondservants. USB's. Stop your clattering on the keyboard. Stop it. If you must clatter, get spray paint. And use it. Shake your can. Do you hear it? That is our beloved but broken Liberty Bell.