Fascism is a term that's being thrown around a lot lately, not without cause and reason. But the hysteria that tends to accompany the discussion (or the chronic mention) frustrates me, because it appears to mask something unsaid. Namely that, though we may speak against one form of fascism, we secretly crave another. I think there's a dictator inside all of us. An inner despot who wants the world to be the way he/she believes it should be—and that every person should follow suit. We often cloak our oppressive yearnings in the guise of another term: Freedom. But given the power (which a select few acquire, many times unfairly), who among us would fight for and work to maintain a truly free society? Could this hypothetical place even exist? Or is the struggle actually to achieve some balance among the extremes of our nature, adjusting (minutely, majorly) on ever-shifting ground?