More so just complacent, I don’t have the mental energy for fear anymore. I still try to do what I can, but I also feel like we’ve pulled the clathrate trigger on this one. I don’t have any hope that things will get better, at least not before they get a lot worse. Seems like the way we’re going to get through this point in history is that once the construct of fascism is achieved it will cannabalize itself, as that is how fascism works, and then in 100 years we will do it all over again.

You ever make soup? It’s super easy, just throw everything in a pot and ignore it for long enough. BAM! You got soup. You ever try to unmake soup?

At some point, once it’s done cooking, we’re going to have to figure out what the fuck to do with all of this soup, each and every one of us. Or we will peacefully fall into oblivion as white hot nuclear atonement cleanses this planet of humanity (and all other life) by our own hand, that will be the final chapter eventually. We’ve got nuclear armistice and enough bombs to glass the surface and destroy the atmosphere entirely, unless we disarm all the nukes (which we never will), that is our guarantee to ourselves, and it has almost happened just by accident (literally like a “Shit, didn’t mean to hit that button,” or “Whoops, bumped the trigger switch with my knee, again!”) so many times.