On Rage

There are two types of people in this world. Accept that as a fact, and everything will be easier. Those who induce rage, and those who become enraged.

Guess which I am.

Yeah, you fuckin' got it. I get mad all the damn time. When I say that automobiles infuriate me, I'm not kidding. Seriously, I think about the carbons and the toxins and the people suffering all over the world because of our dependance on decayed organic matter as fuel. I think about the fact that this black sludge is the result of ALL LIFE before us on this planet.

No, really. Everything that came before. The floating mountains of bacteria that inhabited this planet, all the way to the fucking dinosaurs. Well, not really ALL life, but most of it. A good portion of it became this black sludge shit.

What are we doing? Burning it at such a rate that we're almost out. We've almost burned away the remains of everything that came before.

If you don't think this is wrong and unnecessary, if you honestly don't think there's any other way worth pursuing, then we have nothing further to discuss.

So fuck you. If nobody ever insisted that there was a better way of doing things, we'd still be letting "Priests" of "THE ONE TRUE GOD" fuck our small children.

Oh wait...