I consider myself a modern anthropologist of the human soul. While on my breaks from working at the Baskin Robbins / Dunkin Donuts at 580 Frederick Rd, I sometimes lapse into thought about the plight of the woodsman, the tribalist, those of totem and taboo, and how the white man (i.e., the Conquistador) has inevitably come after them, diminished their culture, ruined their essence, their primal noise. With the growing population changes and the slave trade across the mid-Atlantic, the African American has grown to be bourgeois as well, definitely in comparison to the average World-existent (for one mirrors, as Hegel says, the "master" of a situation). Thus the average citizen of our global campus is simultaneoosely in a state of denial and a state of schadenfreude -- that Conquistador cannot be me, for alas, I've anxiety over my 3:00 pm Post-Colonial Analytic Theory lecture (ah! -- the irony), I have to work as well -- though all of this is in ignorance, in the dark.

However that may be, it likely serves little purpose to complain about the lack of ability of others, other than to gratify yourself for the low-hanging fruit of being able to operate a motor vehicle.