When I imagine why the world needs Coyote right now, I think of my own experience with the trickster. But he has his own ideas.

"The world needs to feel the sting of pleasure, the ride of ecstasy and the divine goofiness of it all. The world needs to know who it is. This country you call home is so tightly wound up with a stick in its ass wondering who will come along to save it. You trollops…you sell yourself to whatever politician promises you words you want to hear as if you are so separate from the process of life its self. You silly little humans forget that what your county actually got right. It is of the people, for the people, by the people. Not your county…existence. You decide how this mangled mess of economy is. You fool yourself into thinking that something matters when what matters is your mind. You are amazing and you have no idea. You hand your power to the giant heads on your tv and hope they know what they say. You take it, make it yours and create from there. You think they matter. You matter. You matter. You matter. You can create from anywhere. Why choose such poorly dressed suckers.

The world needs me to be selfish. To dance with you in your rigid rage or rather, out of it. You think this president or that president is the holder of your power. You preside over your own world. You are your own economy and you have not fucking fun with it at all. Nothing tangible backs your currency. Intagible energy of the mind rides behind the coins and bills. Believe and it is so. Believe and it is real. Nothing is different unless you make it so. And you are making it so. The flickering beings inside the tv are no more real then you.

You need not to care so stinking much about hullabaloo. And no, I am not some insensitive jerk who wishes poverty on people. I prefer plush to poor any day. What is mistaken here is that you people, delightful as you, seem to think that you are separate from the forces that appear to control the world. You are the economy. You are the government. You are the rush of energy that rides the tide of change. This hope that springs could have been sprung anytime. You let yourself be defeated by illusion. Don't hand over the cause of joy to someone else. You are your joy. You make it. Not me. I just remember it.

So you need me to party. I am waiting. Will you join me? I have moons to howl at."