Okay, so I’m not in college any more. Okay, so maybe I’m over-the-hill: I'm 33 years old, after all. But, damn it, I’ve still got that college-aged anger at what all the grown-ups are doing to this place. By “this place,” I mean all of it: your city, my city, your state, my state, your country, my country—our planet. You name it, and the powers that be are screwing it up as fast as they can.

And by “grown-ups,” I mean all of the businessmen and congresscritters that are willing to do whatever it takes to stuff their pockets. When's the last time you heard a story where the little guy won over the corporation or the government? I can’t remember a story in the recent past where this has happened.

So, as you college kids can understand, I’m somewhat pissed off at the way the world is going. I was pissed off in college, but I figured it would pass. I figured I’d get rich and fat, become a Republican (I’d join the Nazi party if I could, but I’m Jewish, and the Republicans are about as close as I can get) and then just stop caring about the world.

I’d be happy that we're turning the planet into one giant mall with one giant parking lot. I’d cheer whenever we created another job that helped destroy the rain forests, or killed another owl. I’d drive around oblivious to all the suffering and misery, cool and lobotomized in my comfortable Lexus or BMW.

So what went wrong? Why is my anger still with me? Why do all the politicians’ empty words and lies still bother me? And, most important of all, why the hell aren’t I driving a Lexus or BMW?

At some point, I seem to have missed that magical transformation. I didn't get the necessary “chill-pill” that all the other people of my generation seemed to have taken. Whenever I start ranting about a particular injustice, my friends look at me like I’m out of my mind. I can see them getting ready to call the authorities. I seem to be the only one in my circle who has any strong emotions. It seems like the only things that upset my politically correct corporate-minded friends are when the Stock Market goes down 50 points, or if the Dolphins or Marlins make a bad trade. I feel like poking them with a sharp stick to get them to wake up. Am I really the only angry thirty-something guy around?

Sometimes I wish that I was more like my friends. Having strong emotions is tiring. Getting mad takes a lot of energy. Maybe having the average, middle-class, boring American life isn't so bad.

Bullshit. There’s plenty of time for complacency when you’re dead. Piss people of while you can: try to make a difference while you can. Don't let big brother run the whole show without putting up a fight. Argue. Fight. Let the suits know how much you hate them and everything they stand for. Do it now—before you become one. The anger you save may be your own.

So, am I way off base? Or would you like to give me a free Lexus? If you aren't too complacent, then send me some mail: scooter262@yahoo.com