"Rocky, you're so pensive. Anything troubling you?" Evangelina cooed as we drove on.
"Well, darling, I believe our mission against Triumph was indeed triumphant, but right now all I can think about was that it precluded us from participating in any direct actions in support of Tookie Williams," I sighed. "Sometimes don't you feel that the society of the spectacle and its frenetic multiplicities give rise to confrontations that resemble a battle with a gang of nefarious clowns in a carnival house of mirrors? You try to focus on one foe, which is absolutely necessary to achieve any sort of progress, but at the same time you are painfully aware that behind you and to all sides there are yet others you will never be able to address."
"Rocky, you can only be in one place at a time. If you're doing something meaningful in one place, you can't blame yourself for not doing something meaningful somewhere else," she said, scratching me behind the ear.
"You're right, my sweet - I'm my own cat, not Schrodinger's!"
My heart felt lighter as we drove through a region that was quickly decreasing its ratio of commercial strip to desert landscape. Suddenly, a huge football stadium defaced the horizon. Stadiums ... always stadiums. There seem to be linkages between stadiums and public plundering, between stadiums and violence, I thought to myself. Pinochet's use of Chile's National Stadium as a concentration camp as the heretofore purest expression of what sports stadiums are all about, I thought to myself.
Evangelina broke the silence again.
"Rocky, did you know there's a campaign in Arnold Schwarzenegger's hometown in Austria to remove his name from the local sports stadium, because there they are so appalled that he would support what they call the 'barbaric' death penalty?"
"Yes," I chuckled, "it looks like the Austrians are about to terminate 'The Terminator'!"