“They really are the dregs aren’t they?”
“I mean just look at them. Waddling along like overweight bags of meat and bone without a substantive thought between their misshapen ears. If they moved any more inefficiently they’d be literal zombies. They really start to resemble the undead when they scamper and drool before their almighty television. To watch grown men throw and kick a ball around, to see self-righteous actors doing what they do best; pretend to matter. The cosmos could do us a favor and swallow the whole lot. Let the void come and erase this human mistake from existence.”
You know something? I’ve been listening to you a long time but I can’t remember when I ever achieved anything because of it.
It’s just I mean, you judge and mock, criticize and lambaste all the people that come into sight. I’m not saying you’re always wrong either. Sadly and quite disturbingly, you’re often right.
“Then what are you..”
What I’m trying to say is you don’t seem to offer any solutions. No upward movement. “Excelsior”, you know? I’ve done the frightening work of peering down the path you have prodded me on to see where it might lead. It’s a violent sight.
“Welllll, that’s speculation. A lot of it. You’re beginning to sound like these fanciful liberal types, the ones we’ve been seeing destroy everything good around them for years! You said yourself I’m right. Because we’ve established long ago that truth is of ultimate priority.”
Yes I know truth can never be compromised. But I’m not sure you’re revealing or viewing it correctly. It’s truth without mercy isn’t it?
“Mercy? For the reprobate? The degenerate? The irreverent?”
I mean, are we any better?
I don’t know. I just don’t know anymore.