So the way I see it,
the question isn´t why SHOULD you work for the NSA.
The question is:
Why shouldn´t you?
Why shouldn´t I work for the NSA?
It´s a tough one.
But, I´ll take a shot.
Say I´m working at the NSA, and somebody puts a code
on my desk, something no one else can break.
Maybe I take a shot at it, and maybe I break it.
And I´m real happy with myself ´cause I did my job well.
But maybe that code was the location for some rebel army in...
North Africa or the Middle East,
and once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels are hiding.
Fifteen hundred people that I never met, never had no problem with get killed.
Now the politicians are saying, "Oh, send in the marines to secure the area", ´cause they don´t give a shit.
Won´t be their kid over there getting shot. Just like it wasn´t them when their number got called,
´cause they were pulling a tour in the National Guard.
It´ll be some kid from the South ear where there taking shrapnel in the ass.
He comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from.
And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, ´cause he´ll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks.
Meanwhile he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so that we could install a
government that would sell us oil at a good price.
And of course the oil companies used the little skirmish over there to scare up the domestic oil prices.
A cute, little ancillary benefit for them, but it ain´t helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon.
They´re taking their sweet time bringing the oil back, of course, maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper
who likes to drink martinis and fucking play slalom with the icebergs, it ain´t too long until he hits one, spills the
oil and kills all the sea life in North Atlantic.
So now my buddy´s out of work. He can´t afford to drive, so he´s walking to the fucking job interviews, which
sucks because the shrapnel in his ass is giving him chronic hemorrhoids.
And meanwhile he´s starving ´cause everytime he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special
they´re serving is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State.
So what did I think?
I´m holding out for something better.
I figure fuck it, while I´m at it why not shoot my buddy,
take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up the gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal,
hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard?
I could be elected President.