Lost: Expanded Thoughts

I never really took the time to analyze the self-loathing I so constantly feel towards humanity, progress, even society on a very general level. So far I have been simply overwhelmed by the vitriol my mind seems so intent on spewing. But my resent is not unfounded: revolution is, after all, a survival instinct, a primal instinct.
It is hard to be on such middle ground that you can see both the sterling heights men and women can rise to and the shallow depths they so constantly mire in. How can you even say we even live in the same species when astrophysicists and philosophers of great preponderance routinely are mocked and swept under the table in favor of more news about Britney Spears or really any sort of reality television.
Too often are we ensnared by the shining future, or at least the less glowing trinkets hurled at us full speed from the television, internet, billboards, bus ads, and radio. People so sure of the little rules that govern their own small self-centered little universes that they never bother to pick their heads up even once and realize that about 90% of what they thought was the Truth is actually total bollocks.
Those with the Revolution in their eyes sucker to religion, politicians, and really even passing fads to help show them the way to happiness, which for them is almost certainly something you could put a dollar-count on.
But those who have been struck by these feelings are already shattered people, hopeless to amass into any sort of fighting force. Their paths begin with a breaking, after all: the snap of pre-conditioned thought that allows innovation and resilience to seep through. Explorers of ideas, they do not think "outside the box," but rather chart the ever-expanding reaches of said box, hopefully delivering the riches of these wild frontiers into mainstream society for the betterment of those so caught up in Right and Wrong that they cannot even begin the train of thought that will lead them to the conclusion that neither really exist.
But what happens when you lose your way? When you walk into the desert only to find the next day that your tracks have been erased and that there is no path home? Can a person survive for long in the wild, with only the barest memory of what the cities of Acceptable Behavior looked like?
But those cities only think in circles, and the circles always crumble. Revolution is FACTOR-X, revitalizing systems of abuse and discretion that have outlived their usefulness in those particular forms, making way for the new boss. Except that age is over. No more revolts. The technology gap is too wide now. It was possible in the 20th century (and before) to overthrow the Order, but now we live in a world where every phone can be listened to, every street corner watched, every person located by great orbiting satellites. There is no room to hide, there is no more wilderness. At least, that's what they're going for. And unless some sort of near-apocalyptic catastrophe comes out of the blue to snap us all out of our collective daze of collectibles and celebrity gossip, I honestly see Them (it's always a Them, and even They probably don't know that that's what they are) winning.

No more Revolutions. Where do you think you are, a free society?