A toast.

I, Jared Domenico, propose a toast. A toast to the end of this century's prelude. 


A toast to oil reserves tapped. A toast to oil reserves tapped out.


A toast with alcohol, because it is now priced higher than water. A toast to all the future toasts with clean water, for when those are more expensive than alcohol. A toast to all the future toasts of dirty water, for when that is the only water available.

A toast to all the blood spilled in the 'liberation' of countries. A toast to all the resources liberated from those countries.

A toast to soldiers sent to wars waged on behalf of a few moneyed people. A toast to soldiers sent to wars against all other people.

A toast to poisoned food, wrought from poisoned soils. A toast to poisoned bodies, from food and to help numb their toils.

Above all, I propose a toast to the rest of the twenty first century. An era but with blood will be written its history.

Maybe a small toast to the possibility of me being scared and angry and wrong.