Sometimes my dreams produce art.

[redneckgaijin]

Just before awaking, hence my ability to recall it:

The two of them looked up at a seagull soaring on the morning sea breeze. "You see that?" he said. "That's what we're fighting for. So long as you don't harm anyone else, you should fly happy and free."

Something spattered on the ground a few feet away. "Of course, if you start shitting on everybody else," he said, reaching into his pack for the Wrist Rocket, "then it's open season."

I don't think I could come up with a better parable for my political views just now.