In a word, inebriated
Or,
Taking context, out for a dance.
(Hope I get it “write”)
To alcohol!
The cause of… and solution to… all of life’s problems.
Matt Groening
Inebriated
transitive verb
1 : to exhilarate or stupefy, as if by liquor
2 : to make drunk : intoxicate
Drunk with a false sense of superiority
To words!
The cause of… and solution to… all of life’s problems.
“Here, is the “dance” part”.
Or, the “Playing with Fire” part.
Minority
3 a : a part of a population differing from others in some characteristics and often subjected to differential treatment
m-w.com
Consider, for the sake of this post, there are no minorities.
Either from the unintentional oppressor, or the seemingly oppressed. However, must needs to have both sides come to a similar consensus.
Minority is relative, depending on geographic planetary location and surrounding bi-pedal earth creatures.
Poorly portrayed in human terms, is somehow, when the word minority is used to describe anyone who is non-caucasion.
My best perception is that almost all 7b+ of us are bi-pedal oxygen breathing, monoxide exhaling, red-blooded, skeleton supported, solar powered, carbon-based, large brained, earth inhabitant omnivores.
With all of the technology, words and alcohol at our disposal to make this the best possible world to live in, most of it is wasted on death, destruction, hate, intolerance, suspicion and television.
“The Trees” by Neil Peart, Rush
There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas
The trouble with the maples
(And they’re quite convinced they’re right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light
But the oaks can’t help their feelings
If they like the way they’re made
And they wonder why the maples
Can’t be happy in their shade
There is trouble in the forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the maples scream ‘Oppression!’
And the oaks just shake their heads
So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights
‘The oaks are just too greedy
We will make them give us light’
Now there’s no more oak oppression
For they passed a noble law
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet, axe and saw
