A fare-thee-well

As I understand it, I have three to twelve months left to live. And since I'm already about three months in, I'd think much less than twelve is more accurate.

I don't feel like writing anymore. Hell, I don't feel like thinking and feeling anymore.

So, this is likely my last post.

I can't say that I will miss this shitty planet with all of the shitty little parasites running around on it being shitty to each other.

I'd wish you all good luck. But that would be in vain. Mankind is its worst enemy and won't be satisfied until it does itself in.

All religion is merely fantasy. You think you'll be rewarded for killing each other? If there were a sky daddy, I couldn't imagine it rewarding people for the disgusting way you view and treat your fellow man.

Myself, I am elated that I finally have a ticket out. For the rest, it's too late. The damage you've wrought is past the tipping point. That is what saddens me.

So, fare thee whatever the fuck you get. 

RIP Sinéad O’Connor

"The death of Irish singer-songwriter Sinéad O’Connor at just 56 is a sad loss."

When sheep meet one who has had a glimpse of the truth, their reactionary response is always "That is one crazy fucker."

But those of us with critical thinking and a tendency to rebuke anything imperialist carry that weight with the knowledge that all of humanity is suffering and simply can't see or can't accept that their difficulties are features, not bugs. 

RIP Sinéad O’Connor

https://www.wsws.org/en/articles/2023/08/05/ddrk-a05.html