I don't mind using histronics; this isn't a formal setting. I'm not looking to save the world, either.

*shrug*

That's what I was thinking, but the Newspeak dosage was too strong for me to dip a paw into it.

I visited a public wastewater treatment facility a few years ago and, even though the stench nearly became too much for me and made me long for the frigid Arctic air real bad (and I lost count of the amount of condoms and bloody tampons), I managed to learn something: they told me that the result of all their hard work (actually, the bacteria do most of the work there) is water that is mostly clean. Note the mostly. What they can't seem to get out are terrible medicines, all sorts of spooky stuff that gives fish two heads and frogs ten legs. They don't really make this knowledge a well-known fact and instead apply lots of chlorine or something and dump it into the system. When they can't handle the sewers, the wastewater flows directly into streams and rivers. Ah, I guess nothing is perfect, eh? A glass of water is healthy, it is said. Be my guest; I'll stick to oranges and such stuff. Not sure whether they put fluoride in the water here, but with all the talk of mandatory medicines in bread (the Dutch government has Nazi leanings), I am none too optimistic. Soon, there will come knocking on somebody's door a government official, who'll demand to bottle-feed the baby boy or daughter (and do other nasty stuff), or if mom and dad do not cooperate (OR ELSE!), they'll be shipped off to some seagull-infested rock off an alien shore, guano four feet deep -- and the baby will grow up in a metal nursery swarming with big-breasted women who will make sure all their grub will either make it into the Army or be worked to swell in the breed facilities. Look for this book in your local bookshop soon. I hope that Obama will supply a blurb on its cover: A Masterful Nightmare So Awesome My Team of Bipartisan and Über Patriotic Americans Will Work Very Hard to Persuade the Publisher into Changing the Title to 2084 Instead of 2012 So Help Me God, God Bless You All, Long Live the Patriot Act and My Dozen Secret Prisons Still Operating.