J. Ojanpera

If I were to approach you and insist that the key to our survival depended on burning your city to the ground, would you start a few fires? While the flames are destroying businesses, transportation hubs and parks, you would surely feel like you had done something horribly wrong; even if you refused to speak against it. When I began to see the horde turning their gaze toward me, and I felt my popularity waning, I would have two options. I could either abandon my post or come up with a new strategy. The best political option would be to repeal the burn order, and create a patriotic fire swamping party. Now, even though the fire was my idea, I would become an American hero for putting it out. That scenario has been played out in Washington many times. Why not capitalize on a crisis of their own making? The term "repeal" is generally reserved for lawmakers, but it seems the time has come for the citizenry to put this philosophy into practice. I am a firm believer in operating ...

There is a fable called "David and Goliath" in which a young boy named "David", a simple shepherd boy who goes up against a giant named "Goliath". Goliath belongs to a tribe of warmongers, and they pick on the tribe that Dave belongs to. David's tribe is scared shitless of Goliath's tribe. That is understandable given that Goliath was allegedly a giant. One day, Goliath was pissed off for some reason, and I think his lackey's were high-fiving him, filling him with pride and confidence. So he marches his big ass over to Dave's territory (somewhere around his sheep). When he gets there, everyone runs away like scaredy bitches. David is the only one left; remember, he's around 12 years old. Goliath is dressed in full armor, minus headgear, plus sword. He is babbling on and on, looking for someone to fight him. David, armed with a crude slingshot, presumably crafted from the finest hemp fiber, and some smooth stones is the only one to step...