Every american I’ve met has been willing to kill for something, or willing to die for something.
But not a single one of them is willing to be inconvenienced in the slightest. That’s our sickness.
So i spent a long time ruminating on that and now i’m even more depressed than I was and shit is getting bad again. Sorry for the livejournal post, I haven’t made one in a while. Still around.
None, because i’m smart. Only really get into radical stuff when you spot people on break, who i have already established a rapport with by asking about their day and continuing the conversation as we do the checkout thing.
For the rest, other people have already represented my case pretty well and I dont feel like entertaining this any further.