I don’t want to read the paper anymore. Seriously. This time, it’s just too depressing. We’ve got a bona fide dipshit in the White House who seems to go well out of his way on every occasion to do something colossally stupid, the Christian Taliban has said dipshit’s ear, half the country’s actively homophobic, the climate’s going kablooey, and it would appear a large portion of the Middle East is intent on blowing itself the fuck up (no help to the Dipshit in Chief). Just a random list. Eh, lessee. Russia’s effectively a totalitarian regime again, religious nutbags in Iran are getting The Bomb, authoritarian nutbags in North Korea probably already have it, and all the rest of the nutbags desperately want it. We don’t hear much about Sub-Saharan Africa these days, but word has it maybe half the population there lives somewhere between “desperate” and “well and truly fucked”.
I could go on, but you get the idea.
You know those people they call “Cassandras”, or “Chicken Littles”? I don’t want to be one of those people. I used to think those people were crazy. Probably they still are. However, the notion that our species will eventually, either through gradual dumbfuckedness, or perhaps in one relatively acute paroxysm of shit-for-brainedness, land itself in a near-universal World of Hurt doesn’t seem all that far-fetched anymore.
Hey, humanity: Knock it the fuck off, will you? Pull your fucking heads out of your asses. I promise to try to do the same. We got a deal?
Bah. Didn’t think so.