Korzak gave me a pep talk this weekend about giving a shit about what happens in the world and speaking out about it. If you don’t:
Frightening. Frightening like waking up just as the guy with the eyepatch is clamping his gloved hand over your mouth, and the only thing you see is the reflection of the neon digital glow of your alarm clock reflecting off the blade of his straight razor, when you know you have maybe a second to save your life and keep him from drawing it across your throat.
Yeah, sometimes it would be a mercy to let him do it, but I guess you gotta fight anyway, right? Have a little faith that the world you can create is better than the world you have now.
I will now return you to your regularly scheduled, vitriolic programming.