Fear And Loathing In Vermont

They looked like caricatures of the sons and daughters of bureaucrats from northern Virginia. Sitting there, planning their conference, filled with idealistic prattle about progressive causes. And Jesus God there were a lot of them in bumfuck Vermont in an existentially depressing era ... You see, America in the late 90s was a very special time and place to be a part of. There was apathy in every direction. Anyone could douse a flame anywhere with a steady regiment of ignorance and boredom. And, with the rise of profits and temporary autonomy in the internet, there was the sense that we didn't need each other anymore. Now, less than five years later, you can stand on a mountaintop in Vermont and look southward. And with the right kind of eyes, you can almost see the mushroom cloud rising from Washington D.C. But, no sympathy for the devil. Buy the ticket, take the ride.