I need escapism, not this shit. I know all I need to know about us sheep and our shepards. What I don't need are details. I'm too good at turning a good mood into a bad one based on my own perceptions of how we're being pillaged. Do I really need to go into detail about why I hate x-mas, why I hate insurance, why I hate politics? Godammit, my only wish is that it'll all come around and bite their own asses off. I just don't even want to hear it anymore. Talk about every cigarette taking 5 minutes off my life. I swear, every time I learn of another way I'm being fucked does a carton of smokes worth of killing. Give me a good sci-fi novel, a space opera or a not-too-distant-future tale. Iain Banks, Dan Simmons, Neil Stephenson, William Gibson. Hell, even P. K. Dick, A. E. VanVogt, Robert Silverberg, John Brunner. Much respect to Noam Chomsky but I won't touch the stuff.
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