The sounds of silence in my ear. The sound lacks simplicity and it damn sure ain't clear. We will overcome the silence plaguing this land. Can you hear me? Am I being clear, concise? Is my point getting across to you? Should I lean closer to whisper in your little ear? The friends of silence may hear. They may hear just what I plan to whisper to your ear. But, it ain't bad. No, it ain't bad for the bad man. We ain't got it as bad as they do over there. No, not here, never here. We'll never hear what it's really like over there or there or there. Not the truth. We get fed the truth our grandparents bargained their lives for and nothing more. A systematic tool of propagandizing the information of today, but invented in the past. Invented by a war machine no different than the current hegemony, arch-dictatorship gallivanting around the globe under the facade of a free democracy. Free, fair, just, and equal for the price of your soul.
Liberty and Justice for some.
Crony Capitalism for all. 
And to all a goodnight. 

"Ho, ho, ho; but I ain't Cringle."