Huh…apperently I have natural leaf blower bubble going on.

See, the trick is, other people try to push me around, and try to tske their anger out on me, and I look them dead in their eyes, with my cold dead inside eyes, and I say…

“You could die tomorrow and I wouldn’t even notice that you left”.

See, the trick to life is to not cause hassle for others, but otherwise not give a shit about anyone or anything. To truely become at peace with the idea that none of this matters. Your life, others lives, the elections, the results of things, none of it matters. People don’t matter. Media doesn’t matter. Life doesn’t matter. And once people realize that you are an unfeeling, uncaring, enempathetic to anything miserable piece of shit who wouldn’t feel a thing if an atomic bomb went off, they generally tend to leave you alone. Because you don’t want to piss off the guy who doesn’t feel anything, with nothing left to lose, and nothing to gain. I am the Milton of my universe, and one wrong move could cause me to burn this tinderbox to the ground. Then walk away without remorse.