Fear
I fear that the election will be stolen by McCain.
I fear the world is going in the wrong direction.
I fear that the world will be so polluted for my children that it will be unlivable.
I fear that robots are stealing my luggage.
I fear a large war is brewing.
I fear that I may be right about my fears.
I feel the need to reply to comments but 99 percent of the time I have no fucking idea what to say. That idea may illustrate my current state. I have very little to reply to anything I experience. I believe it is a combination of:
1. A father who drilled certain ideas into my head.
2. Life experience.
Ligi writes, “Bring on the bomb.” His explanation is, “This world is infected beyond fixing. Why waste your time? Plus, lets add some rebellious satire. ” Fuck it.
You know what? I agree…