I don’t watch the news anymore. Considering I used to be a Network news junkie in my youth. To be fair I also used to watch test cricket and binge watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer on VHS… (The things I will admit to having reached my half-life). If it weren’t for my angry-libertarian-echo-chamber on twitter… well… I’d probably be blissfully happy.
I do get a morbid thrill about opening my twitter feed in the morning to see who the United States has assassinated… I mean… defensively-eliminated while I was sleeping. You just never know who its gonna be. Spin that wheel.
Oh don’t get me wrong, Qasem Soleimani was, for all intents, constructs and purposes, a complete cunt (I’m channeling Ricky Gervais, for whom I have a massive throbbing, eh… man-crush on, despite his portly visage and rampant alcoholism). But less cunt-ish than any number of evil-doers in the governments in the West? Probably not.
Also, I should probably add… if I was in charge… I might have totally pushed that button (as long as it was large and red) to drop a AGM-114 Hellfire missile on Qasem Soleimani’s motorcade. Which is why you should NEVER elect me into a position of power. Seriously. I have zero hobbit-like resistance… I’d be corrupted and raising an army of orcs by the end of the week.
So where do I stand on this whole potentially apocalyptic spiel? The truth is, I have no idea. I prefer not to think about it, and instead, I watch the aforementioned numen of the Golden Globes RIP Hollywood and its sycophantic cohorts to shreds. God, that was beautiful to watch.
Mostly because no one actually died. Except maybe on the inside. Well… I hope some of them did.
When I’m big I want to be like Ricky Gervais. Except firmer round the midsection. Is that a worthy life goal to commit yourself to? Having recently read Man’s search for meaning, its apparently important to have something to live for. Not giving a fuck about what anyone thinks of you seems like one of those top-tier achievements.