I like drugs. I like alcohol. I like being stoned, drunk, near death. I don't know why, but it's true. Occasionally, I back off from the abyss and detoxify, but retox is my preferred solution to the horrible problems of the world.
It helps, of course, to be relatively rich and childless. This makes it possible to plunge down the rabbit hole without any real concern about interim consequences. Dying has never been a problem. That's the goal God put me here to achieve. You too. And Bono, whether he cares to admit his steamy affair with Donna Shalala or not.
Mrs. Faustroll and I decided even before marriage 40 years ago that this was not a world we wanted to deposit young ones into. Neither of us has had any regrets about that decision. Of course, I didn't have to suffer through an ectopic pregnancy, but that's another post.
I don't like humanity. I like people, not all of them, but many more than I think I should considering my dislike of stupidity and unjustified pride. I am often surprised to discover I enjoy the posts of people who visit this site, even click farmers, particularly those who work hard to post in my arrogant language. I would never try to post in theirs.
On the Internet, no one can hear you scream, just like in Alien.
I remember my second or third viewing of Alien in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, when a group of blind people were led in and sat down to watch the movie and damn if those sightless victims of Dan O'Bannon didn't react as viscerally as the unblind mice.
The question is not why people die, but why they chose to live at all. A hero departs by taking only the life it was condemned to bear from ejection to autopsy. Military people are assholes. Assassins are assholes. Voters are scumbags and douchebags and sop-em-ups.
I am so much older than I ever intended to be that every time I post, I experience horrible regret for past failures. Opportunities when I could have been contender.
I was meant to live in Oregon, the state with the lowest per capita formal church affiliation in this entire nation of miserable fucks (NOMF™), and it took me nearly half my ludicrous lifetime to get here. I probably won't die here. The fishing regulations are entirely too onerous.
But at least I haven't had to put up with as many fucking braindead Christians as I did before I got here.