I’m not an expert. On anything. I make clear once again that I don’t know what I know, nor do I know what I think.
My feelings however, those I get. Well. Most of the time anyway.
I’m scared right now. Not for me. When Death comes for me I will spread my arms wide and greet him, because he won’t be coming for yet another person that I love. He will be coming for me.
It is the human condition for which I fear. If you think things are bad, that it might be a stretch to predict worse to come, congratulations, you’re an optimist. Good for you.
Enjoy that sentiment while you can. I don’t believe you’ll have it for long. And this is not the time for sentiment and dreams.
This is the time for fighting and for nightmares with more sure to follow. This 60 Minutes segment is nightmare fuel with no ice, served neat.
I won’t say much about it now. I want you to watch it. And think, really think, of the ramifications when all is taken into account.
Memoirs of an American Asshole 