Self indulgence is, perhaps, the most deadly of sins. It can consume one's humanity, destroy one's dignity, and rob people of having any true purpose in life other than serving themselves. Oppressed United Taxpayers Revolting Against Government Excess (O.U.T.R.A.G.E.) recognized that the excesses of the world not only lay in within the confines of government and those who lusted for power; it is also prevalent inside the corporate world, and among those within celebrity circles. That's why the O.U.T.R.A.G.E. bombings was not limited to government facilities and personnel. To cut out the core of immorality that had rotted away at America's consciousness, this high-tech 'Rebellion of '08' had to include the hierachies so deeply implannted in all aspects of American life. Ronald Reagan's "All for One - ME" mentality had to be erased and replaced with a mindset that promoted selflessness and sharing. The United States of America had gorged itself on excess; and while that meant a phenomenal "quality of life" for millions of U.S. citizens, it also meant that the U.S. took more than its fair share of natural resources as it bullied its way around the world like a bull in a China shop.
Over fifty or sixty years at the end of the 20th century, Americans had come to see themselves as superior beings, to be placed on a pedestal of privilege and pomposity. After all, they had won a world war and returned their soldiers to a cupboard full of consumerism: war-weary veterans were anxious to reunite with high school sweethearts they'd left behind. Car manufacturers satisifed pent-up demands for shiny new vehicles to replace worn-out pre-war models. New home construction mushroomed as sexually-deprived young couples engaged their fantasies of raising families and rebuilding their lives, so rudely interrupted by a holocaust of unprecedented proportions. Suddenly sex was a saleable commodity in movie theaters and on that new invention" television. By the 1970's, "free love" introduced a new spirit of sexual freedom to America's once-diffident attitude toward pre-marital or extra-marital sex. Used to sneaking a guilt-fed feel in the back seat of a '31 Reo sedan, many Americans found themselves conflicted over this new relaxed social mories. By the 1990's, everybody was having sex with everybody, it seemed. Few Americans were uncomfortable with their teen-age children having sex, or their college-age kids living to gether without the constraints of a marriage certificate. Tabloids, movies and TV sitcoms openly encouraged multiple sex partners, wife-swapping, and kinky couplings involving lesbians, gay guys, bisexuals and hermaphroditic crossdressing midgets. It was open game, and as World War II veterans approached middle-age, they suddenly found themselves bored with that wholesome little June Cleaver-type they were so eager to despoil upon returning from the European front or the Pacific theatre. And, June Cleaver found herself disenchanted with a distracted husband more seduced by a Sunday afternoon football game than her wiley, wifely ways. The sexual revolution had exploded on to the American scene, and there was no stopping it now. Television was selling sex to seven year-olds; movies were selling sex to seventeen-year-olds; and adults were being introduced to 'gentleman's clubs', strip shows, wife-swapping parties, and sexually-explicit magazines. Every American man could now fancy himself as a "playboy" even if he had a bald spot, pot belly and camel breath. All it took was...money. And American ingenuity was up to the task of creating the money required for all the debauchery.
Business empires were created on the sex trade. College kids clawed their way into corporate towers so they could make big money and get laid a lot, thanks to the superfluous use of that one company 'perk' valued above all others: the unrestricted expense account. Women joined the workforce; to be sure, many of them wanted to contribute to the household income so they could enhance their 'quality of life'. But, for many women, it also provided an outlet for all the frustrations they experienced from husbands whose priorities had changed from making whoopie to making money. Bars promoted "ladies' nights", knowing that men would come sniffing around like jackals surrounding a wounded wildebeest. Money and illicit sex became the American aphrodisiac, even as most Americans couched their carnal desires in broadstroked declarations of doing what they did for their families. The athlete didn't want a ten-million-dollar home for his frumpy wife and four out-of-control kids; he wanted the ten-million-dollar home so he could tell sexy female groupies about it before slipping them a few inches of hard pipe. The CEO didn't want his corporate limousine to fulfill his family's transportation needs - that could easily be taken care of with a new Cadillac Escalade SUV in his wife's garage. The limo, on the other hand, was the perfect place for his nubile administrative secretary to demonstrate her considerable oral talents as she served on his executive staff.
By the turn of the century, America had become a cornucopia of copulation.