Despoty

The new tyranny This dawn, after rain had trumpeted its force on the old roof tiles, it ceased to a soft drizzle, yet I refused to get up before eight, alas my Protestant work ethic and a full bladder forced me up from a warm bed, so I made coffee. I was thinking how the internet has restricted our freedom, secrets are in public domain, this intrusive faceless monster wants to know what we think, so the right product can be directed to our email. Free speech is only possible for those who have nothing to say and accept living in the land of the convention who accept trivial political lies swallowed whole without an afterthought.