And so I'll be able to at last shed the false charade of optimism and humanity that I hide behind at this blog and finally show my true colors as the America-hating, life-loathing, military-bashing, pie-crushing nihilist hippy bastard I've always been. So check in often, it should be fun. Or don't, I don't care. I'm a nihilist and have moved beyond disgust. I feel nothing. I'm dead inside. And I believe in nothing. Like I said, fun stuff.
What about the polecats? Will there be polecats? And if so, are they squealing? It's just not good nihilism without a polecat. Or at least a nice marmot.
ReplyDeleteDammit John, you're right! How else could a nihilist get out from being cornered other than our ability to mimic squealing polecats?
ReplyDeleteOf course, one could argue that a true nihilist wouldn't care about being cornered...or about being liberal...or Obama...or anything at all; but that's just semantical nitpicking that surely is proof positive that I'm a squealing polecat nihilist trying to force my post-modern valueless judgment on an unsuspecting public. Why else would I not be a conservative?