If there is a hell, I'll see you there....

I've been a citizen of this country for 8,923 days as of noon today, and for the life of me: I don't know how I'm still capable of feeling "surprise." Every fucking day, my conscience is filled headlines of bad decisions and failed comprehension and just shitty taste on the part of American citizens.

Every day, I'm fucking disgusted to be a part of this nation.

And yet, somehow, I woke up today and I was surprised. Again.

Dear Conservatives.

You broke into my life like a thief breaking into a home in the middle of the night. You convinced my neighbors that you were doing what's best for all of us, and you proceeded to steal - to rob - to destroy - to lie - to swindle - to disguise - to justify - to bribe - to murder - and to eviscerate every shred of normalcy - of goodness - of compassion and empathy and concern - that we as human beings have ever been capable of producing.>And after 200 years, we caught on and we ejected you from our lives.

But, over the past two years, we realized how fickle and amnesic we are and so we've decided to let our slight disillusionment turn us back into mindless, shit-eating drones.

So, Conservative Businessman - possessor of great wealth and great assholeishness - please take this as an invitation to come back into my home and help yourself to whatever scraps I have left to feed my family.

Cordially.

Fuck you, America. If you were to collapse tomorrow, it wouldn't be soon enough.

Prefacing the Saga

For those of you who haven't had your entire perspective concerning society - concerning modernism - concerning the world - poisoned and wrecked by the barrage of bad decisions and mediocre leaders, let me tell you one thing that I've slowly discovered over the years:

Misanthropy is a long process that eventually becomes very tiresome and very exhausting.

I guess that's not necessarily true - not for all misanthropy, anyway - but I like to think of myself as a cutting-edge foundation for a new breed of smarter and more reflective sort of misanthropy. Intrinsically, then, tiresomeness and exhaustion are tethered to the equation and so, even when intending to describe a brief problem or to outline a simple solution, everything becomes a saga.

sa·ga noun
\ˈsä-gə also ˈsa-\
Definition of SAGA

3 : a long detailed account

From what you've read thus far - both in this entry and in its predecessors - you've probably deduced that a guy like me hates everything about everything in a world like this; for all intensive purposes, you're not far off. But because thoughtfulness is so important to me, simple hate - hate that's destructive and infantile - just isn't included in my circuitry.

I'm idealistic with my destructiveness: I dream about destroying it all, but I immediately inherit the burden of imagining how to rebuild it so that it's better and less toxic. So now you see my dilemma.

Over the coming weeks, I'm going to begin a journey of diagnosis and evaluation - of creation and rebirth - and I'm going to attempt to create a narrative that simplifies and waters down the evolution of the world from what it once was to what it is today. My goal is twofold: From a standpoint of sheer greed, I'd like to recreate how society's evolved for the sake of personal understanding; more generously, however, my goal is to pinpoint what exactly Humanity v2.0 should do differently once they're grown organically from an uninhabited ball of soil and fog.

So I encourage you all to read onwards: I'd like to imagine that our journey will be refreshing for our souls.

Citations: http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/saga