What's hard, it seems, is living up to the expectations Democracy imposes upon those who would participate in society.

I tend to be very relaxed on stage, but the nerves have to come out somehow.

Anyone who thinks they stand apart from society and defies all which govern its existence has less in common with the lone wolf patriot standing up to dystopic forces of oppression - a myth - and more in common with the disease known as cancer - a harsh reality.

Everything sells. Like integrity. Like democracy. Like truth. Like deeds.

Social media has created a legion of social delinquents, billions of people speaking not their minds but their spleens, venting everything from the gum-cracking snark befitting a hair-twisting mallrat to the froth-flecked rage of a bell tower marksman.

From the moment America went full-on industrial, it seems like it's been a steady path towards people never having to be physically present in order to satisfy their needs.

It's easy to break things. Much, much easier, it seems, than building them.