Poisson d'Avril

Today the world celebrates a group of people that I most certainly consider myself a member of. We, aware of our ignorance, boastful of our modesty, and understanding of our stupidity, are fools. One rarely hears of a modern Don Quixote nowadays. This is sadly because most of them have mental disabilities, It's tragic what a diagnosis can do to one's credibility. Autistic people may be the most enlightened individuals on the planet, but thanks to human arrogance, we may never know. I've often wanted to take a rubber mallet to the side of a Wal-Mart, not with the intention of inflicting property damage (that would be futile with my lack of strength), but to simply re-call a similar story, about a man and some windmills. The media, assuming they would even care, would probably consider me crazy. There's no logical sense for me to go try to nock down a building with a practically harmless instrument. It's not rational thinking. If this publicity continues, people may start extracting a philosophical significance from the events. A belief is created, molded, and then followed by others. Pretty soon the whole incident is interoperated as a socio-economic statement about corporate corruption or the dark side of capitalism. Who knows? But sometimes the well educated political heads don't make a difference. It is the lone fool that accidentally changes the world.