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It's a harsh, impersonal, and unkind world. I know it and you know it.  I think that a lot of people need to feel that they are OK, that people like them and care about them.  That is fine.  I suppose I should find it normal that the majority of these people are doing so much to help themselves get over it.  Rather than volunteering at soup kitchens or giving to charity to make themselves feel like they have a right to live here, they sit around and watch TV, play video games, and surf the internet constantly.  Well, it's your life, do as you please.  You earned it after all -- just by being born.  For all of you who are helping make a difference by sitting around and waiting to be entertained, I would just like you to know that I support all of you with a hearty 'hooray.'

The world is our oyster -- join me as I help the world eat it from the inside, out.

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Well, I wrote that over a year ago. I still mean it. But that does not mean I am flawless. I am far from it. Most of that is me being mad at myself for just taking up space. Generally, if you really want to know, I think humans are wretched creatures. And if God is indeed responsible for creating us (the antithesis being the only way I could understand the concept of a devil) I'm sure He is sorry He did.

Why? Because we were given a beautiful planet, and all we've managed to do in several thousand years of recorded existence is kill each other, kill each other, kill each other, take a brief break to burn down a few billion trees, kill each other, kill each other, glaze the tops of our lakes and oceans with a sticky film, kill each other, and kill each other.

And as if it isn't bad enough that all we do is kill each other, we don't simply kill soldiers and people capable of causing harm. We will kill pregnant women, elderly people, and children. But I refuse to talk about the horrible things that my species has done to its children. I know if I ever dwelt too long on that subject, I would waste no time in ramming my car into a tree.

But what keeps me from doing that are those people who choose to be "saints acting decently in an indecent world", as Kurt Vonnegut liked to call them. They aren't Gandhi or Martin Luther King Jr. types. Just everyday people who choose to put others in front of themselves now and then. Like the guy who lets you through when traffic is clogged, or the lady who picks up your pen when you drop it and don't notice. That kind of stuff is like oil that keeps the machinery of our foolhardy society from screeching.

How pleasant things could be.