God Bless America The American Dream vs. American Industry

Imagine you're floating along on a calm, balmy ocean day. Your head is thrown back on the comfy edge of the inner tube and your feet dangle lazily into the warm ocean surf. Your warm, floating security makes you oblivious to the fact that you are totally on your own and hundreds of miles from the nearest life station. Who cares, you're doing just fine. Suddenly, a helicopter hovers above you in the clouds, painting shadows on your body where there was once pure sunshine. A loud crisp voice falls on you from the loud speakers battling above the whap of the blades lacerating the clouds. "You are in danger!" it informs, "A swarming school of SHARKS is headed your way! You must leave the water to ensure your safety!" Your body whirls into action. You struggle to remain on your inner tube. Blood vessels dilate under the surge of epinephrine and your brain becomes engorged with blood. Thoughts of impending demise have caused your cerebrum to swell against the walls of your skull. A life rope drops in front of you. You can no longer hear. You're blind and unable to focus your eyes. An inner strength comes over you and you instinctively cling to the rope. As it pulls you vertically and perpendicular to the horizon you look down to see the swarming school of sharks passing below your feet. Twenty feet below your feet now separates you from a horrifying, painful death. Thankful for your security you kiss the rope and inwardly reward each member of the team that saved you. You're flying free when you notice you're dropping vertically and at an increasing speed. The line's been cut. The helicopter is flying away from you. You hit the water with an excruciating slap. Your left leg breaks in two places and your right leg snaps in three. Blood spills into the water and the savagely swarming school of sharks turns its frenzied rage on you. The copter safely lands on shore. It is thankful it didn't let you drag them down to death. They never knew your name. It was an impersonalized experience for them; it was the most terrifying nightmare of your now ended life. True, as things stood, you would have died anyways. The helicopter made no difference. But what if you were to find out the helicopter invited the sharks to begin with. In fact, they were working together and had the whole plan concocted to get you. Oh well, too bad for you. "You should have stayed in the pond, back floater!"