Brian snorted. "I'm telling you not to trust anyone. Even when you think you trust them, you still shouldn't, but even with that, you might want to have sex once in a while. It does wonders for your mood."
He leaned against one of the machines, wondering why it seemed so important to John, and deciding that it had to be a politician, at least the real father. He also wondered why the fuck he was still here and not half way to drunk, but he supposed that a few extra moments of sobriety wouldn't ruin his evening. "Have you read Plato's Republic? He builds up this perfect republic, where everything works, and then he tells us that this republic will never exist, because you need perfect people to create it and people aren't perfect or noble." Why the fuck was he even showing what he knew? It was so much easier when people thought he was a drunken sex addict. Then they didn't expect anything from you. "You are naive, and it's not because you're seventeen, but because people want to believe that it makes a difference, 'yes, we can' and all that bullshit, but it's just that. Our democracy words in part, because power, self-interest and corruption are built in. You put people with opposite interests and you have a balance. The problem is that with time, the interests tend to merge no matter of political affiliation, because money crosses political parties and ideologies, and the people in charge are not idiots, they are highly motivated, extremely ambitious, ruthless men, and sometimes women, and they are the ones there, because decent people wouldn't be able to stomach what goes on just during the campaign, and I've run a few of those, And those few that manage to stay clean during the election, slowly sell their soul just to get things done, and by the time reelection comes around, they have no soul. So maybe there should be a better system, but there isn't."
He smiled. "Don't tell me. I know that very well."
So a pretend father in the military. It'd be interesting to know if the poor bastard knew about his 'son's' parantage. "Fluidity makes you survive. I'd love for my son to learn that but his mothers are fucking sticklers for the rules, well one of them is." Mel would try to turn gus into John and that was just so fucking wrong, but then she could be such a bitch at times.
"What the people think is irrelevant. What the people in charge think can get you hurt." Brian pushed himself off, annoying for himself for trying to help. He should know better. He got annoying answers and attitude in return. "I've watched a seventeen year old get his head bashed in and almost die. I don't like gorgeous young men get hurt because other people can't deal with who they are, so maybe the advice has a personal motivation, but it doesn't make it any less true. You keep talking like this and you'll have to watch your back, more than I watch yours." And he still planned to look, because there was nothing wrong with some entertainment. "I'd say have fun tonight, but you'll do something terrible rule conscious, so I'll just have fun for the both of us. Night, gorgeous."