Evil, Crazy or Hungry?

There– I have made an allowance for a Door Number Three.

“He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby becomes a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you.”–Friedrich Nietzsche

Anti-social would beat pro-social in a fair fight every time, if those cute little buggers on your right and left shoulders could have it out uncensored in a free marketplace of ideas. The fact that you don’ wanna die is irrelevant in considering the question of whether you deserve to. So can it with that creepy music when it’s my turn to speak; I don’t do the same to you. I also don’t have the goons that you have at your disposal when you’ve had enough of the Truth.

A lifetime enduring your shoveled crap, a million forms of oppression, and once in awhile, despite all of this, the Truth, like life, finds a way.   Another tuft of grass pokes its way through a crack in the concrete sidewalk, and another human soul finds a way to express itself authentically.  Surely it was meant to be.